Back in high school, a kid I was hunting with had a 30 carbine. We jumped a deer and I lung shot it with a .32 Win Spec. Then he cut loose with the carbine. He emptied a 16 shot mag on her as she ran and literally hit her with every one (we counted the holes). Most were in the hind quarters, however, and only penetrated a few inches. The deer was a mess. She died, but it was from my lung shot. He got to tag her, btw. Dad and I didn't want to deal with that mess.

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.