My alcoholic uncle tells a particular deer hunting story, after a few beers. The story is about his best shot. He was hunting deer, and jumped a muley in thick timber. It was running flat out at 600 yards with a screen of trees between uncle and deer. He doesn't have a clear shot, but he opens up anyway. After several shots he's finally cleared a lane in the trees and he kills the deer with one shot (not counting the ones to clear the timber). He goes over to the deer and the bullet has killed the deer so thoroughly that all the guts came out on impact. He doesn't even have to field dress it!

Now that's a deer story.