On 11/11/00, opening day of Vermont rifle season, I was hunting with my dad at a friend's camp in Chelsea Vermont. That morning it was cool and drizzling and I took stand at the bow stand that I used a few weeks earlier during bow season. I sat down used my grunt call a couple of times and nothing. About an hour on stand I heard a grunt down one of the trails, so I gave a soft grunt back. I look around to see if I could see him and when I looked in front of me again, there he was, standing 12 yards away sniffing the ground. I raised my rifle and as soon as he looked at me I let him have it. He turned and ran about 50 yard and dropped there. My dad said you took both of his lungs out, very good shot.