There's a statute of limitations on this one.....
I was rifle hunting late season Elk in Colorado about 1979 with a couple of resident guys I met through my sister. We became fast friends. We had spotted a group of elk that were watering at first light 3 miles from camp....so it was a hump through deep snow from camp to get to them right at first light.
My buddy Eugene was having a hard time keeping up....and I got to the bowl and shot a nice 5x5 bull right at the water. There were about 25 elk with another bull still in the bunch. The elk were filing out as Gene was trotting up the hill. He got to the lip of the bowl and yelled to me, "Where are they?" they were circling the bowl now about 450y from him on a full run and about 10 seconds from popping out of there gone forever.
He shot and dang it if that bull didn't drop in mid stride....to this day one of the best rifle shots I've personally seen. He starts yelling again....where is he where is he with blood streaming down his face from being scoped. I was about 100y from him not hearing a word I said blood in his shooting eye and frantically trying to line up again for another shot.
He had no idea he pinwheeled that dink bull on a dead run at 450y plus....