When my relatives from rural Eastern Washington came to visit, a favorite topic for discussion was always small animals that they had shot with powerful weapons. The bunny in question looked very intact as compared to the descriptions that I heard on many occasions. Which was typically, “Yeah, I blowed him up real good!” or something similar. These stories were good for loads of laughter, as each one tried to out do the other.
I took a rabbit with a hot .44 magnum rifle [a H+R Shikari], not only was his head gone as in vaporized, we couldn’t even find the ears—on plowed ground. It looked like he’d been decapitated with a machete! My buddy wised off by saying “You shoulda hit him a little lower, it woulda skinned and cleaned him at the same time!” Luncheon was served!