The weirdest thing that you ever shot?

[K-Mart85]

Weirdest animal- Hungarian Partridge with my bow off a gut pile at 15 yards. Nearly choked when its head spun off but it did make good eating.

A 1994 Dodge Dakota- Had dreams of fixing this one up but realized I could buy a nearly new car for same price. Put 12 .44 magnums through door and 2 mags of .45 ACP to make sure it stayed down.

Watched my dad test out a .38 derringer in our basement using an old dresser stuffed with old blankets and phonebooks. Was my mom pissed when she came down and saw me with it.

 

[ect1222t]

I shot up a 1954 Buick and a 1965 Renault once with a .45 Colt. I learned that I'd have rather been inside the Buick than the Renault during the fusillade.

Those must have been some pretty hot handloads to go through a '54 Buick. I had a '55 Buick. Those things were TANKS!!!

Let's see... The funiest thing I ever shot? You mean other than the... Oh, wait, you said it had to be legal... Oh, darn. Never mind. Wait! I just thought of one. A mouse in a new stainless steel, very large mixing bowl with a .22 shot shell. Got the mouse. Still have the mixing bowl with all of the little pock marks from the shot that missed the mouse. -Ed.

 

[anglaispierre]

One of these, the first time I ever saw one when I was a kid:

I'll freely admit it scared me more than anything else I had seen to that time. Now, I just regret it, knowing that the little feller is harmless...except for his looks.

He is cute...in a prehistoric kind of way.

Andy, I am glad you regret it. If it don't do any harm, and you're not going to eat it, don't shoot it.

 

[snowman]

When I lived in the country and needed to replace the trash barrel I would shoot several holes in the bottom of the new one to allow the rainwater to drain -only helped until the holes were plugged with ash.

It was always entertaining to fill old paint cans with water, hammer the lids on tightly, and shoot them with the '06. One time I used some in which the remaining yellow paint lining the cans wasn't dried out. Set them on the grass in the corner of the property and ended up with a John Deere lawn.

Andy

 

[Kid Sopris]

A Gang Banger Car Thief from the "Crips", 98th and Budlong, South Central Los Angeles, 1973, with a S&W Model 19, 6", Remington 38 Special 125 gr. Cor-Lokt ammo...Just once that's all he needed. Though he never complained.

 

[E Z MUNNY]

I visited the 'Best BMW Motorcycle Dealer In The Entire World' to get a tuneup on my R90S but he was busy out behind his shop. I heard BANG BANG BANG at least 12 times and when I finally found him he was busy shooting holes in a couple of BMW mufflers that he had replaced because they rusted out far too soon. His weapon of choice was a S&W model 58 and he explained that usually when he returned parts to the main office they turned around and sent them right back saying they couldn't find anything wrong. He then said 'let those b*******s deny that there are any holes in these mufflers now!!' He then let me fire a few rounds through his S&W at the same mufflers.

as John Hartford used to sing "Those Were The Goodle Days!"

 

[cmort666]

My senior year of college, our dorm had a pig roast. My best friend and I grabbed the head to test his H&K P9S-45 and my M1911 on. We put the head in a bucket of water and stashed it in back of the dorm.

We forgot about the head for a while until the fraternity pledges across the street got really out of hand. They were rich hoodlums with major drug habits, from Missouri, Oklahoma and Arkansas. They went on a reign of terror, assaulting and threatening several of our freshman acquaintances. We remembered the pig's head, which by that time had begun to fizz in the bucket.

Depositing the pig's head in multiple garbage bags, we threw it in the bed of my friend's pickup and drove out to the clay pits on the outskirts of town. We proceeded to riddle the head with pistol bullets. We then bagged the head back up and returned it to the outside of the dorm.

In the wee hours of the morning, we dumped the pig's head into a shopping bag and walked across the street to the freshman quad. We went to the suite occupied by the worst of the bullies and leaned the shopping bag against the door, knocked and walked out.

Attacks on independents in the quad tapered off sharply.

 

[pawncop]

One of the little glow stick things. Threw it out in the middle of a pond, around midnight, shot it with a Ruger 10/22. Nothing dramatic, just sort of dribbled out.

 

[alde]

I shot my dads 1959 Oldsmobile 98 "black with red leather". I took out the drivers side rear electric window. He was not a happy camper.

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

I shot my wife's brand new Trailblazer with a .45. She wasn't too happy about that.
I shot the back door of the house with my potato gun-she REALLY wasn't happy about that (she was standing next to it at the time-but like I told her, if I had wanted to hit her, I would have).
I shot a lizard with my blow gun.
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die......and that train it a keeps on going.........

That's just the strange stuff-I have shot all of the obligatory "growing up in the South" things as well-appliances, TV's, road kill, sea gulls, buzzards, the usual stuff.

 

[sparky9]

Not real weird, but fun. It's a cO2 cartridge for a BB pistol. I shot it with my Marlin Model 60 from about 50-60 yards but couldn't find it after I shot it.
2 months later my wife found it about 20 yards from where I was shooting.