Cole Maddox set the net snare before dawn, hands moving from habit more than hope, thinking about coyotes chewing his calves legs and maybe, if luck smiled, venison on Sunday

  Cole Maddox used muscle memory rather than hope to set the net snare before daybreak. He hadn’t eaten fresh meat since previous winter, the ranch had been losing money for months, and coyotes continued to rip into his calves. On Sunday, venison seemed like a luxury. As the first sliver of light appeared over…

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