not good. But some slob meat hunters will put game in the freezer any way they can.

yes it happened to me. Back in 1975, I had a college event delay my usual elk season with my dad & his buddies for unit 356. So I hunted the Colockum for 4 days near Coleman Creek instead, granted an invite from a Wenatchee relative.
There was 6" snow for the day. Prior to daylight, I walked up a ridge and found a spot that just said elk all over it. Decided from earlier observations with so many camps & hunters around to take a seat for a few hours. An older gentlemen came up to me about shooting time and said; "this is a good spot, my usual stand". We chatted and talked for at least a few minutes. I offered to leave but he said no, you were here first and he ambles up though the pines to "one of his other stands".

so over an hour goes by and 5 cows explode out of the timber, 100 yards away on the hill opposite my stand. A 4x5 bull comes out seconds later. My Win70 '06 is ready and fires. A solid hit but the bull keeps going. A 2nd shot is placed right behind the shoulder, the bull reacts by shuddering and stumbles over the ridge/hill line. I know he's mine. So I drop down into the ravine to cross over to opposite ridge. In the bottom of the ravine, I hear a rifle shot. Sounded close. I go up, cross over the hill line, blood everywhere heading down the hill. I go a few yards downhill and look down to see my 4x5 bull surrounded by 4 other hunters. One is tagging it. They get all defensive and separate a bit as I come walking down. The tagger exclaims: " this is my bull" I say; well your tag is on it, nothing I can or will do now". I notice my two shots are behind the shoulder and within 6 inches of each hole. His shot is placed in the head, perfectly below the bull's ear. I turn to leave and standing 30' above us is the older fella I chatted with earlier.

The elder fella says: " you guys should be ashamed of yourselves. That bull is this young mans. I jumped those elk, couldn't get a shot and tracked then down this ridge. At the top here, I followed his steps and the bulls blood in the snow. You also shot several minutes after his two shots. it took him at least that long to cross over through that hell hole of a ravine. Later tonight, around your campfire, I hope you are all proud."
With that he turned to leave.

I trudged off, dejected, headed downhill to my parked Scout.
although invited several times, I never hunted Colockum again.
This was the only elk season I didn't hunt my dads usual area. The next year, I converted to a 300 Win Mag w/200gr bullet. If the bull is running, the shot placement is now in the shoulder if possible, to break the bull down to the ground immediately. Had I listened to my dad's advice earlier, the Colockum bull would have been mine. His advice: "I always break the shoulder, running or standing". 17 WA bulls later, that advice has never failed me on a running bull since the Colockum experience. But my shot placement on a standing bull is still behind the shoulder in the pocket-boiler room.