The first time I saw a coyote was at Pyramid Lake. It was dawn and the sun was peeking out – lighting up a mother coyote and her two pups. The family was slowly trodding down the shoreline. I was awestruck by how gorgeous and content they were. Suddenly, one of the pups noticed a quick movement in the Tufa rocks and off they went, doing what coyotes do, hunting rodents. I still remember this fondly, my breath taken away by seeing iconic Nevada coyotes in their native habitat, and I have been advocating for coyotes and other wild carnivores ever since.