Today:
I am running uphill on my usual trail about 3/4 of a mile from the parking lot. The switchbacks are short; the trail is steep. My dog is just a few
Feet ahead.
I’ve noticed that the grade of the hill is always steepest around the jug handles. I am around another handle. A coyote stands still in front of me.
My dog accelerates toward it. The coyote turns and runs up the hill. I yell, “leave it!” My dog doesn’t listen. And I am left behind.
I run. I yell. And run. And yell.
I hear a confrontation. I try to calculate distance from the sound. They are near the top of the hill I think. I’m terrified the one coyote has led my dog towards others. I think I shouldn’t be here. I didn’t want to get up and run today. I think, I wish I was faster, stronger, Bigger.
My dog returns to me before I can get to him. He appears Uninjured. I see no bite wounds or scratches. Perhaps it was just a verbal altercation? I leash him and we start down. I am relieved. But that relief is short lived.
I soon notice the coyote behind us, following. I stop and face it. I raise my arms and yell in my deepest voice. “Go away!”
It doesn’t.
We repeat this dance over and over. Moving forward. Stopping. Yelling. But it is moving forward faster than I am. Shortening the space between us.
I attempt to be more threatening. I pick up a stick. The wood is rotten. It’s not heavy enough to be an effective weapon. Still I raise it. And yell. My coyote is not impressed. He does not run away. He only stands still and stares. And when I move forward, he continues his escort.
After about 1/2 mile of this, I don’t see him anymore. But I do not run and I do not put down my stick.
This is my fault. I am on the trail early. And my dog is off leash. The coyote had to hear me coming though. It choose to stay on the path and confront us. I assume if my dog did not give chase we
Would have gone our separate ways without incident. But I don’t know. As an early morning runner, I’ve had a few coyote encounters. They’re pretty brazen—meaning They stare me down and I change my course of travel to avoid them.
I’m bummed. I enjoy being On the trail early In The morning with my dog off leash. I’m not going to do it anymore though. I’ll either have to wait until later in the morning or run alone.
So, my run was cut short today. And then I can home and didn’t run more. I warmed up To squat but I really just don’t want to. Maybe later.
I’m a city girl by upbringing. I was scared today In the woods alone with my dog.
I’m grateful he’s ok.