Back in the day, a buddy and me were hunting a clear cut. We were walking and throwing rocks into ditches. I had an old Remington 742 in 308. 5 or 6 deer came across the hillside, no idea how far but a heck of a long way. At least 400 yards. I had iron sights and being a young 21 year old fool I unloaded on them. The last shot one of the buck rolled. Pure luck and stupidity. My buddy still laughs about that. Young and dumb.