Coyotes love turds. I mean love them.
When I was in the Army, we would go to White Sands Missile Range for month long deployments. We used to take a milk crate with a hole in it to do our business. Take a shovel, dig a small hole, sit the crate over it, do your business, and cover it up with sand. Every single time, you could come back buy in an hour or two and the coyotes would have dug it up and eaten it. It got to be so that every single time you would go, you would see a coyote sitting about a hundred yards away just watching you and waiting for you to be done. You would never see them. But let someone head out into the mesquite carrying that milk crate, and suddenly you would have at least one of them, often more, following him out to the bushes.
This post was edited on 11/14 at 11:34 am