“I could bet you that I can set a trap for a coyote and predict which foot I can catch him by,” challenged Roy Sebald with a twinkle in his eye. “I have won that bet many times.”
I met Roy Sebald for the first time in January 1990. I did not know it at the time, but Roy, at 70 years old, was a world class conservationist in the style of the many Wisconsin conservation greats.
