I have a very similar one, from yesterday at the West Point game. I was with a group defending the top of one of the fairly steep rises on the field against a group of eight or ten opponents, who were below us on the mountain by probably forty or fifty vertical feed. Even with the height advantage, I had to aim upwards with my Phantom to reach the most distance of them. One was standing in the open, about ten or fifteen feet back of most, and in a clear line from my position. No branches, no trees, no brush in the way. I lined up a single shot and fired, and had time to mentally write it off as a miss before this guy flinched, looked down, wiped his chest with one hand, turn, and walk off down the hill. Doubt I could do it again with all the time in the world.
ZDF42 #61 "Darwin"