Guns: What's the best shot you ever made?
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bullbreaker
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Horseback riding on ranch in Lake Wales,Fla ranch hand and I see 2 small hogs(maybe 40lb.s)each run into heavily wooded,palmetto bushed,high grass swampy area.Get off horses walk down a narrow game trail,about 80 yards down trail we "find" big ole hog grunting
. starting to run at us or around us. Ranchhand was in front of me trying to back up and get to one side he tripped backwards over fallen log.I was able to fire quick shot from shoulder(open sights-iron)700 Remy 30-06 and drop him 15 to 20 feet in front of us.Everything happened pretty quick.Drag him to dirt road with horse,took 5 men to get hog up on flatbed truck.Weighed over 540lb.s on rustic farm scale.Pretty big for Fla. free range hog,most of our wild hogs are not even half that size.He now resides on one of the walls of our house! Thread title sure brought back good ole memories.
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. starting to run at us or around us. Ranchhand was in front of me trying to back up and get to one side he tripped backwards over fallen log.I was able to fire quick shot from shoulder(open sights-iron)700 Remy 30-06 and drop him 15 to 20 feet in front of us.Everything happened pretty quick.Drag him to dirt road with horse,took 5 men to get hog up on flatbed truck.Weighed over 540lb.s on rustic farm scale.Pretty big for Fla. free range hog,most of our wild hogs are not even half that size.He now resides on one of the walls of our house! Thread title sure brought back good ole memories.Boone
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When I was a kid, I had a Crossman Powermaster 760 bb Gun. I was sitting out on the back steps and was pondering what to shoot at.
Does anyone remember the "Johnny Bench BatterUp". It consisted of a hard plastic ball on the end on a long fiberglass shaft, attached to a center pole with a rubber band that would wind it up when you hit the ball.
Well, I took aim at that hard plastic ball and squeezed the trigger. I hit the ball exactly dead center. The BB came ricocheting back. At the very last second I saw the BB on its return trip and tipped my head down. The BB hit me in the eyebrow!!! I was so dead center, that the BB almost followed the exact path it took.
**** of a shot!!! ALTHOUGH I ALMOST TOOK MY EYE OUT!
Does anyone remember the "Johnny Bench BatterUp". It consisted of a hard plastic ball on the end on a long fiberglass shaft, attached to a center pole with a rubber band that would wind it up when you hit the ball.
Well, I took aim at that hard plastic ball and squeezed the trigger. I hit the ball exactly dead center. The BB came ricocheting back. At the very last second I saw the BB on its return trip and tipped my head down. The BB hit me in the eyebrow!!! I was so dead center, that the BB almost followed the exact path it took.
**** of a shot!!! ALTHOUGH I ALMOST TOOK MY EYE OUT!
I used to hunt with my Grandfather and his best friend Chester on the eastern shore of Maryland. We hunted a farm in Chestertown that was loaded with Canadian Geese. We did all pass shooing out of pits and some times that involved a long shot. Well I was fourteen and had a brand new gun that my father gave me. It was a Mossberg model 1000, and man I was proud of that gun! Well the old guys would drink their coffee and let the early high flyers go by. Well me being antsy and wanting to shoot I bugged the crap out of them. A high single came about 80 or 90 yards and they let me go. Dropped him in one shot. A three inch number two. From then on with those guys I was "Old One Shot". Man I miss those guys!
The year my son was ten he got a Daisy Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. We were in the backyard at my mothers on Christmas day along with my Stepfather and Stepbrother standing next to the pasture fence and I was holding the BB gun when I see a dove flying across the field and said "Watch this shot yall." and dropped the dove with the Red Ryder! Called the shot and produced! Stepfather was a bit POed at my "luck".
foggy1111
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About 30 years ago....we used to hunt Honkers and Speckelbellies up in Saskatchawan each fall. Our hunts were out in the grain fields over a a spread of a few hundred decoys. Really cool hunt.
Each day, before legal shooting....in the pre-dawn.....flocks of mallards would "swooch" over our decoys and we were never ready as the tell-tale sound of their wings gave little warning to thier quick fly-by and departure.
After a few days of this.....I decided I would be prepared as we sat in our pit blinds. I took the safety off my model 12....and had 3" magnums with 6 shot all aimed into the dark....and ready to go. At the sound of the wings (I could not see em in the dark) I vilontly swung the barrel and slightly glimpsed the passing ducks and pulled on the trigger for a quick single, shot in the dark.
We picked up seven mallards from that single shot.....and my buddies were speachless. Pure luck....and a little timing.
Each day, before legal shooting....in the pre-dawn.....flocks of mallards would "swooch" over our decoys and we were never ready as the tell-tale sound of their wings gave little warning to thier quick fly-by and departure.
After a few days of this.....I decided I would be prepared as we sat in our pit blinds. I took the safety off my model 12....and had 3" magnums with 6 shot all aimed into the dark....and ready to go. At the sound of the wings (I could not see em in the dark) I vilontly swung the barrel and slightly glimpsed the passing ducks and pulled on the trigger for a quick single, shot in the dark.
We picked up seven mallards from that single shot.....and my buddies were speachless.
Pure luck....and a little timing.
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How about the best miss I ever made? I have to tell you all I was the youngest of 6 kids and there were 4 boys in the crowd. By the time I came along Mom and Dad felt like there were so many of us they could probably lose a few and still have a good line of descendent's. So I had a brother Tommy that was about 2 years older than me and his favorite past time was to torment me.
This particular time Mom and Dad had left the brood to fend for themselves while they went to the store. My brother was having a ball shooting me with his Red Rider BB gun the one that held a gazillion BB's through the curtains of our bedroom window. He had me pinned in the corner. The BB's were littering the floor like gravel in the driveway. I was getting so made and it hurt. He would push me until I went into a rage and did something stupid(then he was happy).
This time my rage came and I screamed at him that if he shot me again I was going to put 2 BBs in the Crossman 760 and pump it up 10 times and shoot him. Of course he shot me again and I pulled the Crossman up and aimed where I figured he would be and shot him. He screamed bloody murder and started yelling that he couldn't see. I ran outside to where he was and I about passed out. He was blood from just above his eyes down. I led him into the house and checked how bad it was. The 2 BB's were lodged in his fore head each one above an eye if I had aimed 1/2 lower he would be blind in both eyes.
We calmed down a bit when we realized that he could see(whew). It was about this time we began to worry about what we were going to tell Mom and Dad. So we did what we usually did we lied. When they got home Mom went into damage control mode and rushed him to the hospital. They got interrogated about what happened to him and he of course told them that his little brother had accidentally shot him. After they got back from the hospital and things calmed Mom told Dad to go deal with the boys.
Now keep in mind that my Dad had been orphaned at 12 years and he was pretty lax about most things. He asked us to tell him what happened and my brother did all of the lie telling this time and told him that I was target practicing and he stepped out in front just when I pulled the trigger. Dad just kinds looked at us and said "twice"(2 BB's removed).
I laugh now and my brother does too but I can still remember the fear in my heart when I thought I had blinded him and the relief when I realized I had just hit him in the head(this is one time I was glad he was hard headed).
Life growing up in Wild Wonderful West Virginia. If it didn't kill ya it made ya stronger(usually leaves a scar though).
So I had a brother Tommy that was about 2 years older than me and his favorite past time was to torment me. This particular time Mom and Dad had left the brood to fend for themselves while they went to the store. My brother was having a ball shooting me with his Red Rider BB gun the one that held a gazillion BB's through the curtains of our bedroom window. He had me pinned in the corner. The BB's were littering the floor like gravel in the driveway. I was getting so made and it hurt. He would push me until I went into a rage and did something stupid(then he was happy).
This time my rage came and I screamed at him that if he shot me again I was going to put 2 BBs in the Crossman 760 and pump it up 10 times and shoot him. Of course he shot me again and I pulled the Crossman up and aimed where I figured he would be and shot him. He screamed bloody murder and started yelling that he couldn't see. I ran outside to where he was and I about passed out. He was blood from just above his eyes down. I led him into the house and checked how bad it was. The 2 BB's were lodged in his fore head each one above an eye if I had aimed 1/2 lower he would be blind in both eyes.
We calmed down a bit when we realized that he could see(whew). It was about this time we began to worry about what we were going to tell Mom and Dad. So we did what we usually did we lied. When they got home Mom went into damage control mode and rushed him to the hospital. They got interrogated about what happened to him and he of course told them that his little brother had accidentally shot him. After they got back from the hospital and things calmed Mom told Dad to go deal with the boys.
Now keep in mind that my Dad had been orphaned at 12 years and he was pretty lax about most things. He asked us to tell him what happened and my brother did all of the lie telling this time and told him that I was target practicing and he stepped out in front just when I pulled the trigger. Dad just kinds looked at us and said "twice"(2 BB's removed).
I laugh now and my brother does too but I can still remember the fear in my heart when I thought I had blinded him and the relief when I realized I had just hit him in the head(this is one time I was glad he was hard headed).
Life growing up in Wild Wonderful West Virginia. If it didn't kill ya it made ya stronger(usually leaves a scar though).
Ridgewalker
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I once shot a flying meadowlark down with a snapshot from my crossman pellet gun.
My best deer shot was 137 yards in the big woods near Ft. Leonard Wood MO. It was a large 7 pointer at a full trot chasing after some does. I had a little "window" of a shooting lane open up as I was tracking him with the scope and squeeze off a single .30-30 round from my Marlin. It blew up his heart and he dropped like a rock, he never knew what hit him. 137 yrds may not seem like much but those woods are thick and its hard to see over 100 yards normally.
My best deer shot was 137 yards in the big woods near Ft. Leonard Wood MO. It was a large 7 pointer at a full trot chasing after some does. I had a little "window" of a shooting lane open up as I was tracking him with the scope and squeeze off a single .30-30 round from my Marlin. It blew up his heart and he dropped like a rock, he never knew what hit him. 137 yrds may not seem like much but those woods are thick and its hard to see over 100 yards normally.
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turnerbend
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My shot was with a slingshot (flip). About 53 years ago my brothers and I was shooting rock at anything that moved. A bird lite on the clothes line and every body took a shoot but me. As the bird flew away I said "to late, to late he's gone" I shot him in mid air and he feel dead.
What a shot, what a shot.
What a shot, what a shot.
texasjohn
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Well, so many memorable shots from all of you:thumbsup: Guess I'll just have to see if I can offer a few of my own:
There was the buzzard I shot on the wing flying away from me with my open sight 22 (long rifle) at maybe 250/300 yards. All I know is I aimed maybe 2 feet over it and it took me about 5 minutes for me to walk to it.
Or the 8 point buck I walked up on in an oak bottom during deer season. About 50 yards away it walked out from behind some cover broad side but looking away from me and stopped. Knowing that conditions were against me with a .22 in my hand, I decided that I couldn't move a lot to take a kneeling rest and would have to make a perfect shot from a standing position. Convinced the deer would soon resume walking or moving, I decided to let fate determine the outcome. Prepared to cese immediately at the first sign of movement, I slowly raised the rifle, pulled down on his ear canal and began an extremely slow sight/squeeze trigger process. I got several surprises...he didn't move, I was startled when the gun fired, I was excited when he dropped immediately.:licking:
I spent most of my high school days on the ranch with a rifle in my hand. I missed a lot, but make my share of shots as well.
There was the buzzard I shot on the wing flying away from me with my open sight 22 (long rifle) at maybe 250/300 yards. All I know is I aimed maybe 2 feet over it and it took me about 5 minutes for me to walk to it.
Or the 8 point buck I walked up on in an oak bottom during deer season. About 50 yards away it walked out from behind some cover broad side but looking away from me and stopped. Knowing that conditions were against me with a .22 in my hand, I decided that I couldn't move a lot to take a kneeling rest and would have to make a perfect shot from a standing position. Convinced the deer would soon resume walking or moving, I decided to let fate determine the outcome. Prepared to cese immediately at the first sign of movement, I slowly raised the rifle, pulled down on his ear canal and began an extremely slow sight/squeeze trigger process. I got several surprises...he didn't move, I was startled when the gun fired, I was excited when he dropped immediately.:licking:
I spent most of my high school days on the ranch with a rifle in my hand. I missed a lot, but make my share of shots as well.
