Once when I was young and stupid we went up the Glen in the BV206. Myself, headstalker and the under stalker on the estate. It was january and deep snow. Two thirds of the way up we spotted two hinds with two calfs all pretty sorry for themselves about 15o yards off the track. "We will drop you here, take them and we will go an come back for you - oh and don't worry about the dragging that scruffy calf downshoot, and if see anymore shoot them as well". They were taking off 300 beasts that year.
Trusty Heym SR20 in 243 and at that point it had a leis 4x32 scope. I let the others drive off and being a good sportsman got myself all of five yards off the road and lay down on a rocky knoll. The snow was pretty deep, I was in their full view so bang, down went first hind, bang down went second, bang down one calf, bang down went second calf, another hind without a calf moved from behind a noll - lined up on it and squeeze - just a click - I had only loaded four into the mag. Bugger - and it trotted off before I could reload.
I then realised the error of my ways. I started walking up towards them - 150 yards away up a 30 plus degree incline - the snow had a lot of freeze thaw - was waste deep, but strong enough in places to hold your weight, and in others you went straight up to your waist. It took a good two plus hours to get the hinds and calfs gralloched and down the hill back to the track. I was knackered by the end of it. Dragging hinds through concrete like snow, even if it is downhill is very hard work.
Just as I was finishing the other two got back in the snow cat with several beasts already in the back - we were in the larder till late.
I have done a true right and left with the combination gun. I had both barrels loaded. A fox came trotting down the fence towards me and shot him with the shot barrel at 20 yards. At the sound of shot a Row Buck stood up from a large patch of docks - and down he went to the rifle barrel.