My dad received a call from a friend back in the day. Said friend had tipped over an elk, but got hurt in the process and needed a group to come help butcher and pack out.
Upon arrival, my dad found his friend thoroughly beat up with a broken collarbone, bloody forehead and a cracked eye socket. He was walking up a skid road and saw an elk, so he dropped to his belly, aiming uphill and using a convenient rock as a rest. The position put the stock on top of his collarbone and he crowded the scope unintentionally, and the big 338 win mag broke him.