We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Got home Monday night. This is the terrain we hunt on the 45 square-mile ranch I visit every year for the deer cull. We only do head shots, because a wounded deer in this terrain means trouble: I would much prefer a clean miss than to track a deer across this lovely but gully-ridden countryside.
Ah, the green oaks and brown grass hillsides of childhood. Beautiful. An incidental benefit is that while the terrain is rugged it is tough to get lost when hiking around, since you can see so far. Not like in the thick undergrowth of the coastal Pacific Northwest. Where were you?
I agree. Most hunting rifles shoot better than their hunters and a number of those rifles may not group tightly enough to ensure a humane kill at ranges longer than 80 yards. Your advice is the surest way to anchor an animal as the size of the scapula is as large as the head but any placement there will put the critter down now. Good hunting!