Long ago I shot a dandy little 6 point with a BR-78 Browning .30-06. Load was a 165 Sierra HPBT Gameking driven as fast as I could (young and dumb, thinking I needed a murderously heavy load for killing whitetails). At 50 yards I hit him in the spine at the base of the neck whereupon his front legs buckled as his rear legs kicked straight back. That flipped him on his back, with his four hooves up in the air quivering. I swear when I walked up to him there was steam coming out of the wound. I told everybody back then that the wound was "smoking" of course! (By the way that bullet didn't exit, rather exploded in there like a mini hand grenade. Several other violent meat wasting experiences with that bullet/velocity taught me to tone things down a bit.)
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