It was in 2000 the first time I ever went hunting with a gun. I thought I heard a man coughing and I was upset that he was ruining my hunting so I began to blow on my grunt to get him over there so he would know I was there trying to hunt, little did I know I grunted in this big boy in. He was in full rut and I took him home at 8:00 am on opening morning with my Father-in-laws Mossburg 12 Gage shotgun.