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Four meters. We paced it out. It was in heat and had come crashing through the brush into my back yard. I didn't know what the heck was going on, and I grabbed my gun.
It burst through the brush and I shot. It went about six steps before falling.
Funny sidenote: a few years ago, I was shooting with friends at a rural outdoor range. In the middle of a string, a buck walked right in front of the backstop. Everyone just froze. After about twenty seconds, he noticed all the humans with guns and bolted.
It was odd that nobody shot, but when we talked about it later, everyone seemed to think that doing so would have been somehow "wrong."
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Sometimes it’s nice not to destroy the world for a change.
--Randall Munroe
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