Well, I would be the opposite of that.
In a flood out west in 1983, I came across a pack of feral pigs in knee-deep water. I was carrying a .38 revolver loaded with wad-cutters (light, blunt, target practice rounds).
I hovered beside the chosen pig, (the biggest one and most likely to be hit) and of course it was running away from me. Cyclic between the knees, put the first round up its @rse to make it turn around, then four or five more wad-cutters put enough holes in it so it filled with water and sank.
Not as efficient as the fella beside me with a Ruger Mini 14. His rounds were going straight through the pigs, so took some side cutters and nipped off the bullet tips. After that, each round blew a pile of guts out the other side and instant kill.