I rented a farmstead out for a few years out in the middle of nowhere. One night I was woken up by a loud noise outside of the back door. I looked at the clock and it was 3:30 in the morning. I kept hearing a pounding sound outside of the door. Talk about getting the heart pumping. So I snuck down stairs with the shotgun and some 00 buckshot and get to the door and I could still hear the sound. So I counted to 3 and opened the door and turned the lights on outside all at once, and standing on my porch was a big Angus bull!!! That thing was very close to getting shot I centered my sight right between his eyes but somehow managed not to squeeze off the trigger