I did exactly that on a desert muley doe in 1988 with my 7RM and 150gr BTs when hunting in the Taylor Peak region (near Allen Spring) SE of Ely NV. Sick with the flu and on my way back to camp to crawl into my sleeping bag one of my hunting buddies flagged me down. He had a buck tag and had spotted a pair of nice does. I didn't even want to get out of my truck, but, followed him to the spot. When he motioned me up and I saw the does standing on a ridgeline told him no way I could make that shot, too far. He convinced me otherwise and with no rangefinder, total swag on distance and uphill, I laid the horizontal cross hairs on her back and squeezed the trigger - she fell right where she stood. I cussed him the whole way up, he said he'd field dress, no way, I shot her, I'll dress her, but you can make the hike back to my truck and bring it up the draw in the ravine!
Bullet entered center of heart/lung zone between 2 ribs and out the back side same way cracking the two either side of exit hole. Her lungs, heart, & liver were just a jelled bloody mass - my first real experience with hyrdostatic shock. Rifle is a Savage 110, Simmons 4x32 (no s**t), load was 150gr NBTs, 60gr IMR4350 & CCI250s. Tires on my '72 F250 were 36" Super Swampers, I'm 5' 7" and with her pulled as high as we could get across the canopy I still had to hold her head up off the ground exit side is facing camera...
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The next morning my hunting buddy shot a beautiful 4 x 3 Muley but I couldn't physically get out of my sleeping bag to help.