Winter of 1981. I took one of my Bros & his [wife to be] coyote hunting. We seen a boatload of fox & coyote that day. I let my Bro do all the shooting, he never hit a one.
Anyway, the day was ending, I told them I have one more section that generally holds a coyote or two. I drove there & stopped on a high hill. Right away after scanning the hills, I said look at the size of that one!
1/4 mile away atop of a high hill, standing broadside in the wind. Stood one of the largest coyotes I ever seen. Coyote didn't look right, so I put my spotter on him & zoomed in for a better view.
This canine was huge, all gold[white belly]. But it's head/muzzle was wide & blocky, burly chest. Short very pointed ears & a short fluff ball tail.
I looked further, I then seen a pr of ears sticking up from a nearby dip on the same hill. I told Bro, there is a pr of them. I then made a plan for Bro to stalk in. He missed with his last bullet. Both canines hauled butt down a draw.
I cut them off, the smaller coyote cut back the other way. But the large gold commited to cross the gravel right in fron of me. Right in front, as he brushed my front bumper.
I could see him the whole while. I said out loud "What the heck is that!" That gold had dog in him for sure. I knocked him down as he hauled butt across an open field. He regained his footing again & I couldn't re-connect.
I tracked him a mile into an abandoned farmsted. Where he crawled under an old machine shed. He bleed like a stuck hog, most of the way. I never seen him again.