hiram2005
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Who you trying to kid with the mosquito shot huh?
I'm from the same area and that ain't no big deal! Our skeeters are the size of blackbirds, Man!
The Best Shot You Ever Made
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Who you trying to kid with the mosquito shot huh?
I'm from the same area and that ain't no big deal! Our skeeters are the size of blackbirds, Man!
safearm
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This is easy for me; it is unforgettable.
Was with some guys shooting sporting clays on Kent Island, MD. They were using the hand held tosser thingee.
I was toting a 2" Model 60 with .38 hollow points, and they guys inquired if I could hit a clay with it. Never lacking self-confidence (but sometimes dumb) I said "let's see." They tossed one, and I busted it about 8' off the ground (as it was descending) and approximately 25 yards away with a holster draw.
They were amazed and said I could never do that again. They were quite correct!
Be safe.
Almost the same thing for me. We were shooting clay targets with a manual thrower. I was carrying a Ruger Single Six .22LR in a field holster. On a dare, I drew and fired from the hip, busting the bird clean at about 15 yards. With that, I quit shooting for the day, nothing could top it.
This is one that stands out, I was at a gravel pit shooting with some relatives, and there were two guys off to the side with an old SMLE in .303 Brit trying to get the thing sighted in. They were all over the place, could hardly hit their targets, which were clay pigeons they had set up at about 80 yards. I walked over and started talking to them and they offered me a try. For some reason, I aimed the rifle about 6" low and 10" left, it just felt right. Squeezed the trigger and busted a bird. It surprised me, and you wouldn't believe the look on the guys faces. I opened the bolt, handed it back to them, said "Nice rifle", and walked away. No way on earth I could have repeated the shot.
Good Lord; This takes my back to youth. 1953 Second deer hunt I'd ever been on. Hiked up to a hill that over looked a valley,went down to a high rock. Thought I'd sit on the rock & glass [borrowed the binos] & look for a buck. Unhooked my canteen on an army pistol belt [borrowed from the National Guard] Scared up a little buck [3x2] & short him in the left shoulder with my 30-30 [borrowed from my dads bartenter]. Buck went down & I levered another shell in the chamber. Always heard about deer getting away & running off. This buck was dead as a hammer. I cut his throat with my Marine knife [returned from Guadacanal from a family friend] & yelled for help. Nobody could hear me so went back to camp, got Vern to help me. Vern was much more expierienced than I so he dressed the buck & carried it out to camp. I thought that was the biggest buck I ever saw in my life. But the horns are hanging in my barn in the Sierras now along side of some really nice racks. But that first buck you ever get will remain in your memories forever. The black tail buck probably didn't field dress out to 75 lbs. And I still have the 30-30 & the knife.
Maybe not my best shooting but one incident really stands out...
My buddy wanted to deer hunt and studied all the professional magazines he could get his hands on. He bought himself a 300 Win Mag for our little whitetails. He lectured me on the foolishness of my hunting with a .243 I just bought for my daughter.
Fast forward to us in the woods, he with new clothes and every known scent blocker and attractant know to deer. We are walking to a promising spot when I notice two shapes ahead on a tree line. Sure enough, two deer walking between two woods!
He says to me 'Let's go after them!' I said why not shoot them from here? Yo take the rear, I'll take the front one. On the count of three..... Bang! My gun fired, his did not. Jammed safety somehow. My deer collapsed, so I said I'm taking the other if you can't shoot.... I gave him about 15 seconds and pulled the trigger. Deer number two crumpled.
We both paced off the distance and agreed it was between 430 and 440 yards. Not the best shots, but at least the deer were killed immediately.
The priceless part was his reaction to the shots from my inadequate .243 and the fact that I could drop two deer with two shots at distance.... I'll never forget that day.
My buddy wanted to deer hunt and studied all the professional magazines he could get his hands on. He bought himself a 300 Win Mag for our little whitetails. He lectured me on the foolishness of my hunting with a .243 I just bought for my daughter.
Fast forward to us in the woods, he with new clothes and every known scent blocker and attractant know to deer. We are walking to a promising spot when I notice two shapes ahead on a tree line. Sure enough, two deer walking between two woods!
He says to me 'Let's go after them!' I said why not shoot them from here? Yo take the rear, I'll take the front one. On the count of three..... Bang! My gun fired, his did not. Jammed safety somehow. My deer collapsed, so I said I'm taking the other if you can't shoot.... I gave him about 15 seconds and pulled the trigger. Deer number two crumpled.
We both paced off the distance and agreed it was between 430 and 440 yards. Not the best shots, but at least the deer were killed immediately.
The priceless part was his reaction to the shots from my inadequate .243 and the fact that I could drop two deer with two shots at distance.... I'll never forget that day.
olskool
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in the mid 70s-1980 i used a 6mm rem. 700 bdl with 4x bushnell. we would shoot 1 gal water jugs as far as the eye could see them, or so it seemed. around 4-5 hundred yards, we got real good at it. i had my rifle zeroed so that i could hold about 5 in. over the jug and bust it almost every time. we have a lot of soy bean fields here in sc we hunt, one afternoon in 1980 me and my dad went hunting in cut bean fields. we were on the ground in two different fields, he in one and me in another. he was shooting a 22 hornet, (it's a redneck southern thing) a lot of folks hunt every thing with them here still. a hornet is very deadly but that is another subject, anyway just before dark i heard him shoot. the ground reflected light off the dried cut beans, i looked through my scope around the field and at the back and in the middle of the field i saw movement in my scope. i knew it was a deer and i knew it was a long way across that field and i knew i had to have a rest to try to make the shot. so i took a step back to the tree line and braced on a tree, i had to find the deer in the scope again. when i did it was so late i could not tell the head from the tail of the animal. i saw him move then i knew what end was what, i held over the top of his back just like a water jug and fired. i lost the deer in the flash and knew i most likley missed. i walked to the other end of the field and there was a very dead spike buck. the bullet hit at the bottom of his chest and went through and out the other side. my load i used was 100 gr. sierra sp with 45.5 gr. imr 4350 i went and got my dad and he also had a spike buck, only a 50yd or so shot. i went back the next day and steped it off at 488 long steps. in the 90s i killed a deer with a 7mm mag 350 steps. i always loved a 6mm, mine went away about 1981. in late 2010, i got a 660 rem. in that caliber and in nov. i kill a 10 point buck with it, it's good to have a old friend back.
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John Eilertson
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I also have to stretch my memory banks...let's see, about 30 years ago I finally got the Winchester M70 XTR I'd always wanted, in .270 Win. caliber. I took it to a local range and hung up a target, with a fairly large black tack in the center. I stepped back to the 100-yd station and carefully aimed..."boom" said the weapon! I didn't see any hole till I walked over--it had gone directly through the tack!
Once, while fly fishing an Oregon river for rainbows, which I kept putting back in, I saw a mink strutting along the other side of the creek. I was carrying my 6 1/2" M29 Smith in a shoulder holster, drew it and drilled that little buzzard from 75-80 feet across the water. Trot, hop, DEAD.
Last one comes to mind was hunting ducks with my best buddy. There had been some mallards flying over us, circling and circling, as that duck will so often do, and not gtting any lower than about 80-odd yards. I asked my pal Dave if he'd mind me taking a crack at them with my 3 1/2" magnum Mossberg pump. (I had #4 Hevi-shot shells.) I led the lead bird, loosed off, and TWO of them came tumbling down at our feet--both drakes! We killed a mess of other ducks that day, but none stood out like that (pure luck) two-for-one!
Well, I've bragged myself into tiredness--off to bed!
Once, while fly fishing an Oregon river for rainbows, which I kept putting back in, I saw a mink strutting along the other side of the creek. I was carrying my 6 1/2" M29 Smith in a shoulder holster, drew it and drilled that little buzzard from 75-80 feet across the water. Trot, hop, DEAD.
Last one comes to mind was hunting ducks with my best buddy. There had been some mallards flying over us, circling and circling, as that duck will so often do, and not gtting any lower than about 80-odd yards. I asked my pal Dave if he'd mind me taking a crack at them with my 3 1/2" magnum Mossberg pump. (I had #4 Hevi-shot shells.) I led the lead bird, loosed off, and TWO of them came tumbling down at our feet--both drakes! We killed a mess of other ducks that day, but none stood out like that (pure luck) two-for-one!
Well, I've bragged myself into tiredness--off to bed!
Evil One
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Buddy was popping at a coke can at 25 yards with his 6" 629... kicking up dirt all around it.
I popped it on my 1st shot with my fixed sight Taurus 445 .44 special.
He called me a name I wont repeat here...
I winked at him and hit a cinder block at 150 yards with my 3rd shot.
I immediately put the .44 away and brought out the .300 WM before I used up all my luck.
Jim
I popped it on my 1st shot with my fixed sight Taurus 445 .44 special.
He called me a name I wont repeat here...
I winked at him and hit a cinder block at 150 yards with my 3rd shot.
I immediately put the .44 away and brought out the .300 WM before I used up all my luck.
Jim
20+ years ago I was driving pickup with couple of buddy's down a isolated forest service road, we had been popping of rounds out of the truck windows at an occasional chipmunk. About 25-30 yards out a chipmunk starts running along a downed tree, I hit the brakes , pull out the Ruger 22 pistol, pop off a round and drop the critter, while on the run! My friends just set in silence for about a minute.
Bruce #662
Bruce #662
badguybuster
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I made a million yard shot with a 758,000 caliber sniper rifle with a 20x6000 scope. 
gamedic
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I had a 25-.06 with a bipod on it that I used to shoot almost daily. One day I walked to a field and took a prone position on a hill. I spotted a rabbit pretty far out. My dad was with me, but couldn't see the rabbit with the naked eye. His head was just above the grass. I shot the rabbit in the head and walked down to get him with my dad. We walked off 274 yards. My dad said "your fooling with me, you shot that rabbit earlier and laid it there didn't you?" I laughed at him, found a coke can, set it up and went back to my spot and did it again.
Some great stories here!
Jst1mr
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Sako 75 bolt action 30-06, 3 deer in about 3 seconds in three different directions - all running, clean kills all. I love that rifle.
I was about 10 years old when I pinned a fly to a stump with my CO2 BB gun from 5 yds.
All my modern experiences are "things I should be able to do," so shots I make don't impress me, but only aggravate me when I miss.
All my modern experiences are "things I should be able to do," so shots I make don't impress me, but only aggravate me when I miss.
My b-i-l built a *deer stand* (actually a tree house) overlooking 2 fields each of which have tree lines 300 yards from the stand in 2 directions. We see a lot of deer crossing and eating at either tree line.
So I asked him if he could even hit a deer at that distance, let alone kill it. "Sure" was the answer.
Next day I brought a gallon milk jug filled with water and red food coloring and put it 300 yards from the stand.
Jim, shooting from a very sturdy rest, missed with 5 shots.
When I laughed he said I guess you could do better.
So - I pulled out my Model 10-3 with a 4" barrel and shot. I hit the jug dead center!
True story & I even have a witness.
The bad news:
He still hunted those tree lines from the tree house.
So I asked him if he could even hit a deer at that distance, let alone kill it. "Sure" was the answer.
Next day I brought a gallon milk jug filled with water and red food coloring and put it 300 yards from the stand.
Jim, shooting from a very sturdy rest, missed with 5 shots.
When I laughed he said I guess you could do better.
So - I pulled out my Model 10-3 with a 4" barrel and shot. I hit the jug dead center!
True story & I even have a witness.
The bad news:
He still hunted those tree lines from the tree house.
sigp220.45
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The gun - a pump up pellet gun of indeterminate heritage.
The quarry - a turtle sunning itself on a branch over a pond.
The distance - 40 yards
The witness - my oldest son, then about 9 years old.
The incentive - "Gee, Dad, can you hit that turtle waaay out there?"
At the shot the pellet whanged off the surprised turtle's shell with just enough energy to plop him into the water.
My kid still talks about it.
The quarry - a turtle sunning itself on a branch over a pond.
The distance - 40 yards
The witness - my oldest son, then about 9 years old.
The incentive - "Gee, Dad, can you hit that turtle waaay out there?"
At the shot the pellet whanged off the surprised turtle's shell with just enough energy to plop him into the water.
My kid still talks about it.
Jst1mr
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While visiting a lake, in an area not to be named, and having a rock-skipping contest with my young son.
Mr. Beaver comes a'swimmin' along some 30-40 yds out in the lake. I have a thought, and then confirm, that my young son has never had the experience of seeing a startled beaver slap the water with that big old flat tail.
I choose a skipping rock near as big as the palm of my hand and maybe half as thick. Now, not to brag, but I have always been that guy you hate to play catch with, 'cause I can throw hard. I launch the rock.
Flying straight as a guided missile, the rock kisses the water's surface once, twice, three times-flying low and hard.
Following that third skip, that ol' rock connects with Mr. Beaver's cranium, with a sound such as if you clapped two pieces of dry 2 X 4 lumber together. A momentary thrashing, and Mr. Beaver goes down - never to be seen again.
I am absolutely horrified, but young son thinks that is the coolest thing he has ever seen. We have a short discussion about why we won't tell such a cool story to anyone else. I felt purely bad, as it was strictly unintentional - my now grown son can still remember every detail...
Mr. Beaver comes a'swimmin' along some 30-40 yds out in the lake. I have a thought, and then confirm, that my young son has never had the experience of seeing a startled beaver slap the water with that big old flat tail.
I choose a skipping rock near as big as the palm of my hand and maybe half as thick. Now, not to brag, but I have always been that guy you hate to play catch with, 'cause I can throw hard. I launch the rock.
Flying straight as a guided missile, the rock kisses the water's surface once, twice, three times-flying low and hard.
Following that third skip, that ol' rock connects with Mr. Beaver's cranium, with a sound such as if you clapped two pieces of dry 2 X 4 lumber together. A momentary thrashing, and Mr. Beaver goes down - never to be seen again.
I am absolutely horrified, but young son thinks that is the coolest thing he has ever seen. We have a short discussion about why we won't tell such a cool story to anyone else. I felt purely bad, as it was strictly unintentional - my now grown son can still remember every detail...
Evil Dog
US Veteran
.Managed to shoot a clean "100-3x" on a Timed Fire stage at our local 50' Indoor Bullseye League a while back. Used a 7" S&W Model 41 with CCI SV ammo and plain ol' iron sights. Would sure like to do it again.
Dennis The B
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I have two...
...in mind. Both at our club.
I just purchased a Kimber 82G from the CMP store at Camp Perry, Ohio. I was very pleased with its accuracy, but with my 63-year-old eyes, I wanted to put a nice scope on it and shoot it off the bench @ 50 yards.
I bought, and mounted a Weaver T36 scope on it and the first time out, got a group which measured .09", center-to-center. However, the real shot came when I killed a fly. Admittedly, I trapped it with the shot, but he's still dead. (I used Wolf Match ammo.)
The second came at our 100 yard range, when I had just mounted a scope on my National Match M1A. I was testing some handloads made from GI brass, 150gr FMJBT, and IMR 4895. I put five shots in the same hole. I then decided to quit and go home. No sense in testing fate.
Both shots were witnessed by others.
...in mind. Both at our club.
I just purchased a Kimber 82G from the CMP store at Camp Perry, Ohio. I was very pleased with its accuracy, but with my 63-year-old eyes, I wanted to put a nice scope on it and shoot it off the bench @ 50 yards.
I bought, and mounted a Weaver T36 scope on it and the first time out, got a group which measured .09", center-to-center. However, the real shot came when I killed a fly. Admittedly, I trapped it with the shot, but he's still dead. (I used Wolf Match ammo.)
The second came at our 100 yard range, when I had just mounted a scope on my National Match M1A. I was testing some handloads made from GI brass, 150gr FMJBT, and IMR 4895. I put five shots in the same hole. I then decided to quit and go home. No sense in testing fate.
Both shots were witnessed by others.
Joe in SC
US Veteran
in 2000 at registered benchrest match fired 20, five shot groups (10 at 100 and 10 at 200) that agged .190 " (plus a couple thousandths). Hell of it was I came in fifth ! Top five places all scored 19 aggs.
