Few more notches on the 6cm/108eldm this past week.
4x4 bull, long story short, first shot was 100% a mistake on my part. I popped out of a timber patch and saw this bull cross canyon above me ~250yds walking straight up and away in timber, I rushed the shot with quite a bit of reticle movement, sitting on a steep down slope aiming up, shooting off top of pack, aiming down top of chest/back. Bull hutched up and disappeared. Later found out bullet entered top rear of left shoulder, barley skirted rib cage, completely blew up left shoulder/scap, exited bottom front of shoulder. Tracked multiple bloody beds and finally caught up 3 miles later, follow up shots in chest dropped him. Wish I took more wound channel pics but it was getting dark and cold, had to get the quarters taken care of and looong walk back to camp.
Came in next day with a buddies horses to pack out, 15 mile round trip. Pretty awesome experience.
Maybe a bigger gun would have done more damage, but at the end of the day I made a poor decision to rush a non ideal shot in a non ideal position. Not the gun or bullets fault. Bullet did plenty of damage where it was put, just was not put in vitals...
Found this buck while running ridges, he was ~300yds cross canyon bedded, body hard quartered away but head turned around looking my way. Immediately layed down and set my rifle length wise on my pack and slipped bino harness under butt. super steady might as well have been on a bench rest. He was too quartered to confidently slip a bullet into back of lungs, though with his head turned almost 180 felt very confident aiming at front of shoulder/base of neck. Waited a minute or two to see if he would stand and give me a broadside shot, though when he started getting fidgety I thought about the possibility of him darting straight up and out of my life, so sent a round into the shoulder neck crease. Bang flop, dead buck. Entered base/side of neck, blew up esophagus and bottom of vertebrae, galf ball exit front/side of neck.
About 5 minutes after I got up to him, snow storm hit and held steady for the rest of the night. 1 tripped him out 8 miles, 17 degrees in the dark. Quite possibly the most brutal pack out of my life.