There was a truck parked at the launch early this morning. Someone got out on the Estero ahead of me—a duck hunter, probably.
Sure enough, about a mile and a half from the launch a group of duck decoys floated on the Estero.
Nearby, half hidden in brushy shoreline scrub, was a camouflage kayak and a young hunter dressed to match his kayak.
We talked cordially. He’d already shot a duck.
Just as I was telling him about a coyote that I had seen in almost exactly this spot earlier this year, he spotted several deer running along a fence. He pointed out several coyotes who were giving chase to the deer. Some of the deer swam across the Estero.
Others ran up a hill or to run along the shore.
I did not get a photograph of the coyotes. I glimpsed them so briefly that I wasn’t even sure I saw the coyotes at all.
I bid the hunter goodbye and continued on my way to the Pacific. In a few minutes I came upon some Mallard Ducks. This pair took to the skies as I passed them and flew towards the hunter hiding in the shrubs. I hoped they weren’t fooled by the decoys.
I heard no blast of a 12-guage shotgun, so I guessed the two ducks survived the morning.
More tomorrow about this trip.