This guy snuck in around 8 a.m. barely caught a glimpse of him entering our shooting lane. by the time my grandson was able to get on em he was moving quickly out of sight.
I acquired him in my scope about 120 yds out almost completely moving directly away. my grandson yelled “Shoot em Papa I cant find him in my scope!”
I took the shot fully confident in my 450 bushmaster, it ripped through all the brush and hit him farther back in the rib cage and tore up his lungs.
he made a quick kick, spun around and went down right there.