Near Fort Rock Oregon, back in the day, my dad shot a very, very nice mule deer buck standing 100 yards or so away looking at us over his rear end. Dad popped him with an 06 stuffed with 180 Gr. PT's right in the rear end and he went down. While skinning him we found (3) 6 mm caliber bullets just inches from his spine. He had gotten away from that hunter.
