I know most on here will tell me to take my meds, or I am crazy , or I shouldn’t drink before I hunt. Last night I was sitting in my ground blind reflecting of seasons past when deer were as plentiful as fox squirrels . When I heard a noise to my right down in the bottom of my ravine . I swear it was the biggest grayest coyote I had ever seen. I blinked again and again to see if I was truly seeing it. It had to be at least 75 or 80 pounds. It was sniffing around the ground and disappeared into the neighbors crp field. I am wondering if it was a coy-dog , big coyote , or God forbid wolf.