80 yards for me, up in the subalpine on Prince of Wales Island. I was climbing up to Baird Peak from the East side. I had gotten above the big timber and into the brush and scrub trees. AS so often in that country it was drizzling and foggy. I had a nice four point come by in a little draw but he disappeared before I could get the rifle unslung. The sun started poking through a few minutes later and a doe came by. I talked to her a bit and she took off running. Then a spike buck stood up out of the brush, 80 yards uphill. He was looking back over his shoulder at me, trying to figure out what all the ruckus was. I didn't want to waste meat with a shot in the backside, but he just stood there while I debated what to do. I finally put the front sight of my .30-06 Handi on his neck, just below the head and he went down like I had whapped him with a baseball bat. At this, his brother (or buddy, I didn't ask) stands up right beside where the first one went down, and he is looking back at me. I had four tags so took the same shot and he also was down for the count.
It took me several hours to get them boned out, in Ziplock bags and the meat in my backpack for the hike out. Two hours to get to the car. By the time I got to the tall timber I was having a hard time with the load so I cached half in some brush. I made it back okay, then went back the next day to get the rest.
Again, .30-06 with 150 grain Hornady spitzers did the job.
-WH-