1970, army camp in the Free State. I was asked to shoot one of the many springbok in the training area for the last evening braai. Using my issue 7.62 R1 (like an FN_FAL) and military ball. Snuck up to about 100m and took a dead rest over an anthill and shot. The springbok jumped slightly at the shot and my Corporal said he saw dust fly on the far side of the animal, and was giving me the gears for missing. The rest of the herd just stood. They were used to the sound of ordinance since it was a military training range and they were almost never shot at or hunted. Suddenly the springbok I shot lurched and slowly toppled over, dead. The solid had gone clean through and just nicked one of the main arteries. Shattered my dreams that when hit by a rifle the animal was not knocked clean off it's feet ala Hollywood hyperbole
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