2008 Northern Baja.
Somebody brings down some scrumptious steak. When cooked we are sitting around the campfire diggin in, throwing back the beers. One guy, gets up for something, puts his plate on his chair and walks away.
A coyote darts from the bushes, runs between me and the campfire, launches itself airborne, and somehow midflight, sticks its head between the camp chair armrests, lifts the steak off the plate, not even disturbing the potato or veggies, whips its head out with an 16 oz steak and runs off at the speed of light.
There were 8 of us around the campfire, only 3 of us saw it happen.
Mexican coyotes are especially wily.
