The Baddest MFer in the Jungle Sunday am. Low Country. Cold. 200 yds. Butt on shot and 3 steps from being gone forever. I grunt three times. It looks left and Dad drops it with 1 X bullet to the neck. Dads biggest. It's a hard fighting 8 with a kicker that reeks of pee and musk. And I got to be on stand with dad when he killed it. that's it. Made my season. Everything else this year is academic!