When I was MUCH younger and more prone to stupidity
. I was elk hunting in Colorado with a friend of mine (Bert). We'd been riding in the high country since before daylight, it was midday and my stomach was growling and since we hadn't even cut a fresh track I mentioned that we should stop and have some lunch. Well, the lunch that was supposed to have been put in a saddle bag, was sitting on the fender of the horse trailer (a LONG way away). We had NOTHING to eat and I was hungry. There was a small (2' wide) stream meandering through the meadow below us and I asked Bert if there were Brookies in the stream. He said there were, but we didn't have any fishing tackle. I grabbed my 7mm Rem Mag and picked out a likely looking hole above a shallow riffle (about 100yds away) and took a shot into the water just below a basketball sized rock. I climbed back on my horse and trotted down to the stream, bailed of my horse and tossed 4 8-10" brookies up on the bank. We made a small fire and had ourselves a couple of fresh fish.
I'd say I was a little overgunned, but I got 4 with one shot!
later that day, we jumped some Elk in the quakies and couldn't keep up with them on our horses. We did give it a solid effort though