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Raz. No way. I took a mule deer in Nevada at 6 feet as it passed me at a dead run. The shot was witnessed. My hunting partner spooked a deer and it ran right past me, totally oblivious to my presence. I just stuck the Remington 660 in .308 out and fired. The muzzle itself was so close to the deer that the bast burned the hair off the hide dnd helped tear a pretty nasty hole in the side of the deer. Insides were mush.
Paul B.
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