Well, it's been 7 years in the making, but I finally pulled off a triple. It wasn't even call-in, it was spot and stalk. I snuck up on 5 of them laying in the tall grass and when they started running, I started shooting. Dropped two shooting off my knee and then threw the bipod down and smoked a third in the back of the head on the dead run (too bad I was aiming for shoulders though). I was feeling pretty good about shooting until I jumped another one in the tall grass and he gave me a front-on shot at 40 yards, which I had to take off-hand. I missed and I was pretty choked about that. The 'feel good' came back 5 minutes later when I smoked one at 350 yards. He went down hard and then got back up with some pretty intense carnage in his shoulders, and ended up going 3 km down the reservoir. I finally tracked him down and smoked him on the dead run at 60 yards. I have no idea how he made it 3 km with half of his shoulders blown apart, he wasn't even limping.
Here's the last one's shoulders:
