At 7:41 this morning he walked out of the brush and started munching on some corn we threw out. He was 115 yards out...I tell my son...don't move, don't talk...there HE is. After about 30 minutes (ok a few seconds) I finally calmed my nerves and quit shaking enough to keep the cross hairs on him. Drop in his tracks. The icing on the cake was that my 7 year old was with me.