Far out in the distance I could hear the typical eerie moonlit serenade of a pack of coyotes as I nestled deeper into my sleeping bag. Normally such sounds in a predator hunters’ camp would be foremost in everyone’s mind, but what seemed more important to me at that particular moment was simply trying to keep the cold desert wind from creeping down my neck. I wiggled deeper into the bag, pulling my legs up into the foetal position then forcing my head further into the bag.
We had travelled long and far to reach the United States’ Great Salt Lake Desert of Utah in hopes of ridding some of its coyote population. To many of us this area, located near the state border of Utah and Nevada, was a starkly different environment from what we were use to. And, one of those differences became blatantly apparent early on
