Your Best Shots. Let’s Hear Those Stories.
Okay, hunting or otherwise, let’s hear some of those great shot stories.
I don’t have anything crazy great, but a couple of memorable ones:
- Age 12. Rustburg, VA. Daisy Powerline 880 with BBs. At my friends house by the pond and a couple pigeons flew over. I swung up on one and hit him right in the chest at full speed flight straight above us. He crashed into the yard and we cooked it for lunch. Note: when his mom walked in and found us eating a pigeon, she was none too happy.
- My early 20s. Buckingham County, VA. Squirrel hunting with my Granddaddy’s old Stevens 24. Saw a bushy tail, and he saw me and lit out like he was on fire. Up a branch and big jump to another tree. I was leading him for a shot with the .410. When I pulled the trigger, he folded right up and hit the ground. Boy was I surprised, though, because I hadn’t flipped the selector switch. I expected .410, but got .22. Got to the squirrel, and had got him right through the temple.
Ok, let’s hear some of yours!
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Don’t feel too bad about the miss. I once missed a broadside standing doe clean at 10 yards with buckshot. I’ll never be able to explain that one. Luckily, I didn’t miss the love-struck buck that followed her 5 minutes later.😁
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In the 1940's my granddad told my dad to go out in the back pasture and get some meat for dinner. He was sitting when he heard some turkey gliding down off the top of the hill. With his 30-30, he took a shot at one in flight. When he got home and cleaned it there was no bullet holes anywhere. Then he saw what happened. The bullet had clipped the legs at the tendons and the turkey flipped head over heals till he hit the ground and died on impact. The legs give them balance and steering in flight and with no control, he crashed and burned.
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Sorry for the long post....
In December of 1989, I was hunting in Northern Illinois during Firearm season. It was somewhere around 5 degrees out with a brisk 30 MPH wind out of the Northwest. I was freezing after sitting in a stand for almost 3 hours. Nothing was moving as you might expect.
My hunting partner and I got together and decided to push up a fence row. He drove to the other side of the property and set up about 3/4 of a mile away. I gave him 15 minutes to get in place and then I headed up the fence row.
There was a little snow on the ground and with the wind, I was covered both sent and sound for the most part. After walking a about 200 yards I stepped right on a small 6pt buck. I about wet myself when he bounced up in front of me. As I took aim, a much larger buck stood up about 30 yards away and was off like a rocket, so I tried to get a clean shot at him. 6 or 7 does popped up and were running in the same direction as the big buck.
I was hunting with a smooth bore slug barrel on an Ithaca 37. First shot I missed completely. 2nd shot I managed to hit it in the rump and knock it down. It was an 80 yard shot and I headed up the fence row to get eyes on it again. About that time it stood up and was off again. I had no shot due to some trees between us. I watched it jump a fence and then lay down in some tall grass.
So picture a guy in 4 layers of clothes moving as quickly as possible about 250 yards down the fence row and stopping at the corner where a 2nd fence row intersected with the one I had been following. I could see the buck's antlers about 70 yards away in the grass and he was still moving. He stood up and then layed back down.
I hit the ground and low crawled to with in 25 yards of the buck. It stood up and started to run and a second slug ended it. It was a 10pt that I had watched at a distance during bow season. I was really cold as I field dressed it and hoped my buddy would be coming soon. About the time I had finished cleaning it, a truck rolled over from cattle path and within 50 yards of me and two guys got out. The driver said, hey are you sure that is your deer, we have been trailing one for a over a mile. Words were exchanged and I offered to show them my badge, they got back into the truck and took off at that point.....
About that time, I heard two shots to the south where my buddy should have been set up....I stayed with my buck and in about 15 minutes he came rolling up the fence row in his jeep with a small buck on his hood. He drove over to me and sure enough, it was the 6pt I almost shot.
The funny thing about my buddy's buck was the poor guy had been feeling sick. He😬 had dropped his pants and was leaning up against a fence post doing his business when his buck ran by....so he was really cold when he shot it....
It was a good day, we still laugh about it !!!!!
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was out at a public range one day and was shooting a few pistols and had brought an old remington black powder pistol to play with more than seriously shoot. I had been shooting golf balls with my buckmark 22 when 2 young guys pulled up and got out and proceeded to place body size targets about 10-15 feet out from the bench. they proceeded to draw and shoot these cardbourd targets for 50 rounds or so. I had been sitting and loading the black powder pistol while they were doing this and they both were talking about how good their groups were and such.
as they proceeded to reload their magazines I told them to hold their ears as I was gonna take a few shots. There was a golf ball out about 20 feet or so and I took aim with the pistol and knocked it about 3-4 feet foward, second shot did the same, and also on the third, for the 4th shot it was out 50 foot or so and I hit it almost square it sailed out to the 50 yard line where there was a smallpile of sand, fifth shot I hit it and it flipped over the sand pile out of sight.
those two boys just looked at me with the funniest face and ask if that was a muzzleloading pistol, I said yes and there was one shot left if either of them wanted a try. they looked at each other funny packed their stuff and left. mumbling to each other about that old guy hitting a golf ball 5 times in a row. It was one of the luckiest days I ever had I would have been happy to kick dirt on the ball once let alone hit it 5 times in row, but I wasn't gonna tell them that.
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This wasn't so much of a lucky shot, as just a fun prank. One of the stages at a local IDPA match had a skateboard on a track that ran from the shooters right to the left. There were two metal rods sticking up from the deck and each had a balloon attached. The skateboard started at the top of a ramp about 5' high and ran out about 25 feet to the left. At the buzzer you stomped a plate that released the board and then you simply shot each balloon as they moved right to left. The range to the target was right at 10 yards.
Sounds easy, right? I saw lots of misses while waiting my turn so I snuck a couple of shotshell cartridges into the top of my magazine. At the buzzer I drew and shot about as fast as I could. Both balloons were broken before the skateboard was 3/4 of the way down the ramp! Wow, Steve, that was amazing! That's when the guy picking up brass noticed the aluminum shot cartridges... Hey, what are these? LOL!
Of course I fessed up to it and then shot the stage correctly. I think I wound up 4th out of 22 or 23 doing it correctly. After that every time we had a stage that involved breaking balloons the SO would always check my mags at the Load and Make Ready command...
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A fun thing I did was when my shooting partner and I were shooting ground squirrels from a platform in the back of my pickup. He would take more time than me when lining up for a shot. I would look at where he
was aiming and shoot the squirrel before he could pull the trigger. He would mutter some profanity at me then we would both crack up!
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One time I was standing at this urinal and hit the x-ring from 3 feet away, no drips!
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Mr. Perfect: 30378940846363/comments/
One time I was standing at this urinal and hit the x-ring from 3 feet away, no drips!
In a few years three feet will become two feet with 20% on the floor ! 😲
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Don't you wish you could piss like as 12 year old😣
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Why is it the last drop, as one get older, never drops until you zip up.
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True story.
I bought a 220 Swift about 45 years ago. Sleeved 40-x action and had a very heavy barrel. Fellow I bought off of had been on many of a P- dog hunt and had shot the original throat out, started life as 222 magnum.It was topped with a vintage 24 power Redfield.
Couple of buddies were big ground hog hunters. They invited me along one day and laughed at my "machine". Shooting distance was from 50 yards to 500 yards. No chucks that day but there was a old fence post about 400 yards away with a solid knot about the size of a quarter. Good aim and pow. We walked to the post and sure enough the knot hole had a .22 hole dead center. Can't beat luck.
Boy that Swift would and still shoots. A treat to shoot right at dusk. You can see the bullet trail.
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Butchdog2: 30378940846363/comments/
Why is it the last drop, as one get older, never drops until you zip up.
Weak pelvic floor muscles. It happens to everyone if they live long enough. There are exercises that help.
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Weak pelvic floor muscles. It happens to everyone if they live long enough. There are exercises that help.
Another reason why they invented goloshes! 😲
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My Pap Paw used to call those ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Rubbers. 😁
Used to crack me up. 😂🤣
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No, rubbers are longer. At least mine are.
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Mr. Perfect: 30378940846363/comments/
No, rubbers are longer. At least mine are.
Longer than what? Don
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Wasn't it "Pat Benatar" that sang "Hit Me With Your Best Shot"?
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