I remember a tale from an outdoor writer back in the day; I don't know if it was Ross Seyfried or another, but, a farmer, complete with his suspended overalls, and his son arrived to hunt the Dark continent. With a 270 or maybe two.
At first, nonplussed the PH, watched the farmer precisely lay in 150-gr NPs (IIRC) one after another after another, taking all the game with one deadly placed round.
Finally, when it came to lion, the storyteller thought "I think this guy can do it." They found Leo and, again, the farmer in his overalls calmly laced a partition surgically through its chest whereupon the huge cat slowly sank down in a cloud of dust. True story.
IIRC.
