A friend and I were hunting coyotes in Nevada in the early 80's. We spotted one sleeping across a canyon. At the sound of his second shot (also a 7 mm rem mag), he let out a howl and was bleediing from his face. He had to go to a speialist in Reno to have seven bits of brass removed from his eye. bolt jamed, stock cracked,floor plate blown out. We beat open the bolt. There was a .270 win. round in the chamber! After that he flinched so bad he quit shooting. One cannot err on the side of caution enough. Allan