Hyrant

A crinkle from the dried leaves shifting under his body escaped into the quiet air, mixing with the chilled stillness. The man lay prone observing the cool autumn morning through a pair of rusty soviet-era binoculars. Huge trees stuck up in the valley beneath his overlook on the ridge.
Movement in the thick woods drew his attention. Scanning the general area he caught a quick glimpse of the colossal broadside of the creature.
"A hyrant" he whispered reverently to himself, the breath crystallizing as it flowed out.
Beneath the branches, he could make out the four hooves and two dangling ornaments of his head; the bottoms were muddied and tattered.
"The longest ornaments I've seen yet." He exclaimed as he looked from his binoculars to the leather bound journal held open by a rock next to him. Between a rough diagram of the creature and a quick sketch of suspected droppings, he jotted down a note about the ornaments on this one.
Looking back through the lenses, he was met by the observation of the Hyrant from the brush. It's face was pointed directly at him, the head lifted up high by the bulky neck muscles bulging under the thick hide.
As soon as it had come into the view, the creature turned and meandered back into the forest out of view.