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Tuesday Oct 25, 2016 #
Orienteering 50:00 [1] 2.1 mi (23:48 / mi)
Michelle and I went out to Chenango to bump around a bit in the dark. What a crazy time. To begin, we tried to wait out hunters and by 7:30ish decided to go in despite the trucks still on the road. In short, we were doing fine going slowly and talking through everything until we heard a very close coyote pack calling howl, lots of rustling and some squeaky noises. I completely lost touch with the map at that point. Tried to keep heading to a point, missed it by quite a bit. Bumped watch so no data, but on strava.
When we got back to the car we both divulged how completely creeped out we were, and we both just wanted to get to a trail and out of there but didn't tell the other. We looked up a coyote howl and sure enough, that's what it was. Michelle said she was trying to remember her map in case we needed to run and I kept thinking we were near the alpha female of the pack and if the fun size snickers in my pocket could debilitate a coyote long enough to get away.
I have never been this bad on conjuring images, and funny that neither of us shared what we was flying through our imaginations until we got to the car. On further research with how loud it was, they were close. It seems juvenile wolves get away and the pack tries to call them back during this time of year.
We thought maybe a good team name could be the Screaming Coyotes. And writing this is giving me a bit of a chuckle.
When we got back to the car we both divulged how completely creeped out we were, and we both just wanted to get to a trail and out of there but didn't tell the other. We looked up a coyote howl and sure enough, that's what it was. Michelle said she was trying to remember her map in case we needed to run and I kept thinking we were near the alpha female of the pack and if the fun size snickers in my pocket could debilitate a coyote long enough to get away.
I have never been this bad on conjuring images, and funny that neither of us shared what we was flying through our imaginations until we got to the car. On further research with how loud it was, they were close. It seems juvenile wolves get away and the pack tries to call them back during this time of year.
We thought maybe a good team name could be the Screaming Coyotes. And writing this is giving me a bit of a chuckle.