Set my personal best long range kill this last week in Oregon. Arrow shows where the shot was taken from. Witnesses. There were 2 more sitting in a jeep about 500yds to our left on the same ridge. At camp, when I was telling of what I intended to shoot, and how far I was willing to shoot it, I was met with more than a little bit of skepticism. Afterward, skepticism turned to amazement. It's good to be the king... if only for a little while. I watched and waited until the deer gave me a broadside. As soon as that happened, I sent a 285gr hornady his way. The first round hit him, but I couldn't quite tell where. He was very damaged, but still on his feet and started walking. I racked the bolt, applied a bit of lead and touched it off. Hit him again, but he still wasn't on the ground. He changed directions, so I reversed my lead, added about half a mil and sent another one. This time his *Rule 4 Violation* hit the ground, followed shortly by his head. I was overcome. I literally jumped up off the rifle and hugged everybody. I knew what was laying on the ground down there... no one else really did until we walked up to it. The first shot I fired blew its lungs out. It hit about 4" low from dead center. Second shot hit it in the *Rule 4 Violation* as it was walking. Third shot went just high of the vitals, spined it, and came out halfway down the other side as he was walking the other way. The down angle shot and the trajectory at that distance made for some interesting wound channels. In that rough terrain, I wasn't about to risk him getting away, so I fired until he was on the ground. Rifle: DTA SRS .338LM Load: Hornady 285, 93gr Retumbo, Lapua brass, CCI-250 primer Support gear: Kestrel 4000NV, Vectronix PLRF05, iphone with Shooter Conditions: Sun 7:00 Wind - 3mph 6:00 27.00 inHg (station) 55 F 82% humidity 6.7 mils up, with a dead wind.