While driving from San Francisco back to Struggle Mountain one day we came across a road-killed deer on the side of the highway.  Thus ensued….

We had originally been planning on digging a huge hole somewhere to bury the carcase.  But while we were skinning it, a single brave coyote followed its nose straight to us, and hung out quite close by, watching us work.  We figured the meat would be eaten quickly, so after skinning, we dragged the carcase into a ravine (far from anyone’s house!) and left it there.  The following day we went back to check on it, and literally one day later this was all that was left:

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