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>Two friends and I camping out in Bisti Badlands. Pic related.
>Find a nice flat and clear bluff overlooking some hoodoos. De-Na-Zin desert as far as you can see to our back, Nice little wind shielding cliff next to us
>Best Camp EVER
>Sun goes down, break into the booze
>Get a shitty little fire feebly sputtering away with wood we hauled in
>Buzzed, having fun
>Friend hears something
>We shut up
>We hear it too
>Something far off. None of us can figure it out.
>Go back to chatting and laughing
>Few minutes later we all hear it. Much closer.
>"Shit guys, I know what that is! It's coyotes chattering to each other."
>"Should we be worried?"
>"Naw. They are just coyotes. They'll leave us alone."
>They get louder and closer
>"Goddamn they have to be in the next arroyo over..."
>One friend freezes and points
>We look
>Three coyotes wander out of the dark
>Weave between us and around the fire, just chatting and warbling back and forth to each other, close enough for us to pet them as the walk past
>They completely ignore the fire and three frozen humans
>Pick their way down the little bluff and go off chattering into the night
It's one of those 'you had to be there' things but it was spooky as fuck. Coyotes never come within fifty yards of someone. Ever. I don't believe ghosts and shit, but I'm half tempted to call skinwalkers on those fucking coyotes. All that area out there's sacred indian land. To this day I still can't shake the feeling that someone was sending us a message.
