Mortors make terible hunting rifles. There's nothing left to eat. :-D
When I was in mortars in my Reserve days, we registered a target by fire up at Cultana Training Area (South Australia) then a day later, executed a humongous coord illum mission, with 6 tubes initially firing twenty rounds at emergency rate, (20/min), each HE prox fused and 50% WP and two firing illumination, outer tubes converged, which certainly got the adrenaline pumping. Our platoon commander used to run a competition to see who'd get rounds complete first, so it was 2 rounds hitting per second for a full minute, with 30 or 40 rounds in the air at any one moment. We all thought it was the best fun you could legally have that didn't involve a woman.
Anyway the number of bangs on target were 2 short of total bangs at the baseplate position, so I had to head up there next day with the DemEo to help him find the blinds and blow them.
Well it appeared that every other kangaroo and emu on the range had decided to feed or lay up in the impact area that night, there must have been 20 carcasses scattered around; really messy too - pretty badly smashed and many horribly burned too, a sobering sight. Made me think - it's all great fun until someone looses an eye.