I got this guy around 50 feet from the back of the house this morning. He came out of a field running towards me, and stopped behind a clump of trees until taking off again away from me. I used a can call and he barked and hissed at me, and after a few minutes of us both talking to each other he walked slowly sideways to me. I missed him with the first shot, but nailed him with the second when he jumped out from behind some bushes. My heart was pounding so hard holding that gun up, and he did me a favor by running a trail to in front of my garage after I hit him. I swear I'da had a heart attack if he didn't.