Start of a hunt

Hours upon hours I've spent the last two weeks on photographing coyotes. Or should I say lack there of. Coyotes in my neck of the woods are hunted very hard. Because I live smack in the middle of arguably the best trophy whitetail deer hunting in the country, coyotes get a bad rap. They are seen as killers of fawns in the spring, and often take down exhausted bucks after rut in the winter, hunters want to protect their precious whitetail. This makes photographing them EXTREMELY difficult, as they are very savvy on their environments. No Yellowstone dog walking here. In probably 50 hours the past two weeks, this is the one manageable photo I've gotten, believe it or not. At 300 yards, I'm laying prone, camo'd in clothing AND I picked grasses to lay over gear and myself. STILL this coyote can pick me out at that distance. Honestly, it drives my desire even more to photograph such an incredibly adaptable and smart creature. Evening sunset with a dash of clouds made for some very nice light. 

EOS R
600mm is ii + 1.4exiii
f/5.6
1/800
iso 250