So I got about half way to the rock pile were this one was perched, and then I saw them.... The entire pack was just on the other side of the hill. And then, much to my displeasure (as well as shock, horror and a number of other emotions) they started yelping and charging toward me! So I thought "this is really bad!!!!" and took off running. Fortunately, a few seconds after I started, they stopped, turned around, and started in the opposite direction. Whether I scared them, or they decided it wasn't worth it, I shall never know, but they did. I took this picture just as they crested the hill. Then started to run.
When my parents came back (my grandpa actually went out and picked them up after I told him about the coyotes) my Dad and I went out to look for them, but they weren't to be found. So on the way back I took a picture of a buck that they killed this winter. You know I would really hate to end up looking like that!