It was me. Service is crappy down here. Sending pics trying to get it to come through. Sat in the box blind, saw horns coming up the hill…thought it was tall dry grass moving from lil wind, nah I’m pretty sure I saw what I seen. I be damn I was right…. It was him then he walked around the wood and came back in and walked toward to my way. Exactly how I wanted it to come down. Out he comes, stood there like not a worry in the world, broadside shot, said my prayer, safety off, and pulled the trigger. Ruger Bushmaster 450 did its job.