[Redfern]

I take a guy to the range, and he has a .32 Tomcat. After shooting the scoped .22 rifles , he says he can hit a soda can at 100 yards with his Tomcat. :what:
So, I set up the soda can at the 100 yard berm, thinking that he has a snowballs chance in hell to make this shot.
He then steadies his arms on the wooden bench, and fires the first shot 2 feet low and left. The second shot is within a foot.
The third shot hits the base of the can and pops it skyward.

So, here is my contribution. Anybody else have one to share? And please, no 'rural legends'.

[Stickjockey]

The best shot I've seen was actually five shots. I think I was about seven, and I was on a hunting stand with my Grandfather in a slashpile. We were in a meadow about 50 yards from the treeline. Out of nowhere, I heard something crashing through the brush towards us. I looked for the source of the noise, and here came a bunch of deer running across the meadow on a course for our pile. Granddad stands up with the ol' savage model 99, and lets fly. Blam! Blam...blam! Blam, blam! Five shots, five bucks, all on the move. Filled everyone's tag. This occured many, many years ago on private property, but I'll always remember it. That old man could shoot!

[Dr.Who]

Luke's Shot, when he blew up the DeathStar.... HaHa

May the Force be with you...

Enjoy...:p

[swingset]

I saw a great one at my buddy's house a couple summers ago. Still can't believe it looking back.

He had a possum that kept getting under his shed that was his workshop stinking it all up, and he had a .22 mag lever action (Marlin something or other) loaded up to shoot it. We were inside the shed messing around with something, and he heard something under the shed. When he opened the door, the possum scurried out and started walking up a foot path that led to a crest then into a field.

My buddy gets the gun and chambers one, but realizes his glasses are inside the shed and he's got terrible eyes without them, says he can't even see the possum so he goes to get the glasses. When he gets back out that slow thing has made it almost to the top of the hill, about 100 yards away. I'm thinking he'll never get the shot off. So, buddy raises up and as he aims (quickly) he says "I'll shoot you right in the a**!". So he shoots at it and we see it keep walking, but kinda funny to the left.

So, we go up to the hill to find it just off the path, laying dead. We kicked it to see where the wound was, and didn't see anything anywhere, no entry wound. So, you guessed it, my buddy gets a stick and flips it over and sees blood all round it's butt. He shot it right in it's bunghole, right in the pucker point.

We had a great laugh about that. He named that gun "buttkisser" after the feat. Funny thing is he's not much of a shot, but whenever we hunt, he's deadly when it counts.

[jsalcedo]

I set up an old soda bottle at a place we were plinking then we set off back to the house.

It was a long narrow piece of poperty about 1 1/2 miles ling and about 75 yars wide. We walk back about 250 yards and I see the glint of the soda bottle I set up.

I unsling my 1899 mosin nagant set the ladder sight for 300 anshwars(or whatever) and fire.

Poof the glint dissapears. a nearly 100 year old rifle (at the time) with 70 year old ammo and a standing offhand shot (wow I thought it could never get better than this.

[telewinz]

Shooting a fly that landed on my target 100 yards away with a 220 Swift.

[Leatherneck]

My ole' bud Will Gresham spots a tree rat about fifty yards away in shady woods, 30 or so feet up on the side of a poplar. Will grabbed the 1911 from the pickup, took aim single-handed, squeezed one .45 round off. The rat died instantly from a head shot. Wow. :eek:

TC
TFL Survivor

[Tamara]

The owner of the last gunshop I worked at was a real blowhard, nattering on constantly about his imaginary experiences as a sniper in "the 'Nam", and how some general asked him to be on the U.S. Olympic shooting team but he turned him down because he "wasn't gonna wear no corporate logos", and all manner of other active fantasies.

Anyhow... He had this thing for .22 target rifles, went so far as to order stuff from Champion's Choice (such as a shooting jacket and sling that he hadn't a clue how to use :scrutiny: ). One day he scored a nice 'Schutz and decided to drag it along to the local indoor range when we went to test-fire some repair jobs.

I wind up doing all the test firing as he goes and piddles with his new toy using the bench on the far end of the range. When I get done, I wander over and he offers to let me shoot the Anschutz. As he's reeling his target (which looks like it's been hit with a blast of #4 from a cylinder bore) in from the 25-yd mark he says "This Remington match ammo is crap, it's not grouping worth a darn, and that Lapua stuff your buddy gave me ain't much better". :scrutiny: He sticks three Shoot-N-See bullseyes on a piece of cardboard and trundles 'em out to 25 yards and, in his most patronizing voice, tells me to have fun.

Now, it's been a few years since I shot three-position smallbore in college, but I was fair to middlin' at it. I got slung up to the rifle, settled in, squinted through the sights... Gosh, it all felt just like those happy days of yesteryear when I spent so much time on the indoor range shooting up the school's ammo that my grades took a pounding and I had to drop out... I loaded up a round of that Remington "crap" and *pow!*... "Hey," I think to myself "That looks pretty centered!" Without pulling my cheek off the stock I chamber another one and repeat my performance on bullseye #2. Wow, this really is like riding a bicycle. One more round and target #3 gets a bright yellow splotch in the center. I un-sling myself from the rifle, run the target back in, hand three (I kid you not) perfect bullseyes to my boss and say, "Nothing's wrong with that Remington ammo..." :D


(We hung the targets on what later became known as "The Wall Of Shame" in the back of the shop; it was covered with targets where folks had outshot Mr. Blowhard using Mr. Blowhard's guns. ;) )

[Ol' Badger]

My Grandfather with his little old Colt Woodsman .22 I saw him pop a Blue Jay right out of the air with it. The Blue Jay kept taking the dogs food and putting it in the bird bath to soften up. He ordered me out to dispatch the bird. I'd wait for the bird to settle on the bird bath, but everytime I opened the door the Jay few off.
Well this got my gramps hot and he took the pistol from me and walked out into the yard. The Jay was at the top of the large Oaks and when he flew from one to the other... POP! and blue feathers were falling down to the ground. My Grandfather then told me to clean up for supper.

[Soap]

Surprisingly, I haven't been witness to many extraordinary shots. One of my more memorable ones was on a groundhog. I was about 14 and shooting a Winchester 9422 at a groundhog. It was about a 15 downward angle, 100 or so yards, and the ground hog was running full speed. I just line up a lead and take my chances offhand, squeeze, and the 'chuck rolls forward and stays in one spot. I got it right in the vitals.

I've also shot more than a few flying birds (mostly blackbirds) with an air rifle. Luck? Skill? Sure! :D

[ialevy]

About 8 years ago, my Grandmother was complaining about a large crow that was picking the seeds out of her garden, and then "laughing at her." Could I get it? It wass sitting in a tree about 75 yards away, and about 50 feet up. I got my crummy crossman airgun with the little scope that came with it. Pumped it up about 15 times. took aim, bracing up against the porch while standing and shot. I didn't even think I would come close, but I saw black feathers and the bird fall like a stone! Shot right throught the heart. Pure dumb luck! :what:

[KMKeller]

My dad, prairie dog at 350 yards, 22-250, right between the eyes.

[goalie]

Saw someone earn a "Gotcha at a grand" T-shirt at Quantico in '91. I didn't even hit paper. F'wind :banghead:

[Art Eatman]

Many witnesses over several decades commented on my father's ability to shoot offhand. He was seen to kill deer--both standing and running--out to 500 yards. One shot, one buck, one grin. :)

My uncle made the most impressive shot I've ever seen. We were jeeping along in the back pasture when he saw a running buck. He locked up the brakes, stalling the motor. He grabbed his rifle and shot as the deer jumped a fence. Broke the buck's neck at about 125 yards. Not bad for a guy who was 4F in WW II on account of poor eyesight.

Art

[Fed168]

Scoring a 50 yard target in a PPC match. Out of 24 rounds, there were 3 out of the ten ring.

[themic]

my dad is range shooting his 300 magnum rifle. 100 yd target, and a fly lands on it.

"see that?"

i look through the spotting scope...

WHAM. hole where the fly was.

really, though, i thought 300 magnum was a bit much for an insect. :p

[Steve Smith]

Tam...GOOD JOB!!!

:D

[Keith]

That fly story reminds me of something that happened to me. I was shooting at an informal range with a .45. Actually I was just shooting the .45 while waiting for somebody else to finish some 100 yard shooting with a rifle, so I could sight in my own. There was only one place to hang a target out there.

Anyway, when these guys finished up they loaded up their equipment, and before they left began talking to me about my .45 - a Kimber. And I allowed that it was pretty nice piece, accurate, etc, and one thing leads to another and somehow I got talked into shooting at the 100 yard target.

There was one target stapled out there that they hadn't shot at. I just figured "what the hell", held about a foot high and let one fly. And sure enough, the guy on the spotting scope calls a hit, and we all look to see a hole close to the Bull - a little low and left, but darned close!

Well! They are very impressed - and so am I! They leave and I set up my own rifle, deciding to use the target already out there (since there is only one hole in it). I take a look through the spotting scope and discover that my .45 "hit" is now on a completely different part of the target, in fact it's moving across the target as I speak. It's a fly....

Keith

[spacemanspiff]

when i was qualifying for CCW last year the guy in the lane next to me was talking how the 1911 he was using was his fathers and its seen its fair share of use/abuse, and that it shot much poorer than a racegun his buddy has.
we were shooting from 7 yards and while i was pleased with my results (only 2 flyers in the 8 ring-yeah i know, i'm a poor shot) his target had holes all over the place, up down left right, and only a few in the ten ring. i figured he was right, that old 1911 must've had every part loose and unfitted.
he tells the instructor about it and the instructor takes the raggety old 1911, loads up, and shoots onehanded, putting 6 rounds in a hole you could cover with a quarter. the guy in the lane next to me turned a couple shades of red.

[grampster]

Dad used to split .22 shorts on a the edge of a butterknife in the little range we had set up in the basement in the 50's when I was a lad. He used a Remington bolt action, tube feed target rifle.

Old huntin buddy of mine popped a cottontail at full speed with a .22 wheel gun at about 50' right between the ears. I saw that one and as he is such a blowhard I'd never believe it unless I saw it. Too bad I saw it cause he keeps telling the story over and over. Happened 30 years ago. Sigh......

[TheMariner]

Here's one experience that told my family and I that marksmanship wasn't something lost from father to son.

In the fourth grade (On Maelstrom AFB), some friends and I had to make a commercial for a product (you make up teh product) that had to last for so long, blah blah blah. Well, we're getting to the end of our filming (thanx to dear old mom!) since we decided to do it on tape instead in front of class and we needed another couple seconds to finish up. SO we decided that I could just pin up teh product (a hardboiled egg) to one of our family's air targets in my basement, where all the filming had been done so far and pop it with an air rifle, make it splatter and I just say some catchy phrease a take abite of one of the little bits. Well, we pinned it up using a needle from my mom's sewing kit. Yo know, the ones with the little ball heads. Well, when I take aim, at 25 or so "grown up" paces (25 of my paces wouldn't have given me two feet from barrel to target anyway), my small scope (a little 4x7, used only because the sights on the crossman rifle wouldn't sit still) was centered on the head of the needle, a dot against white. When I pulled the trigger, the air gun sputtered and nothing happened. SO I played off the event as expected. When my mom stopped the camera, we discovered that the head fo the pin was missing but the pin and egg were intact.

Never did find the pin head.


On a side note, my uncle, an ex-army ranger (Vietnam-two purple hearts, Gulf War) passes his time by taking a pump up air pistol and whinnowing away the southern Georgia dragonfly population, one mid-flight shot at a time.

[Ed]

I was running a M203 range at Fort Carson and we had to shoot up some leftover grenades. I sent one into some brush and a rabbit ran out"marker rounds" it ran to a bush about 2 feet around 150 meters downrange. My ssg with me said "sir bet you cant hit it" Joking I said sure I can, off the hip" And low and behold perfect shot off the hip. Imposible to duplicate I'm sure but they didn't know that:).

[Bonker]

Mine is pretty amazing...

One day in high school (I mean in those days, not actually IN the school) :) , we were shooting for a while at a Gayla bat kite flying on 3 spools of string (that's 300 yards!).
It was a GI Joe kite to be specific.
Anyway, it was barely a dot in the sky. We used every kind of gun you can imagine never dreaming it could be hit.
It was windy and the kite was bobbing and weaving pretty violently.

So my best friend walks out and takes one shot from an old 30-30 lever gun and down goes the kite.

He had hit it EXACTLY where the horizontal and vertical sticks cross and broken them both.

15 years later I'm still stunned.

[Double Maduro]

When I was 17 one of my highschool friends, yes they had schools back then, came over to go squirrel hunting. I had an Ithica X5 lightning, 22 semi auto rifle with a 4 power weaver scope and he was admiring it when a starling landed in the top of the elm tree. The tree was about 40-50 yards away and the bird was about 50 feet up. He asked if he could shoot it and I said sure. He took my rifle and put one shot through the starlings head offhand. He was also the first person I knew who had wildcat caliber rifles, 22-250, 25-06, 257 roberts all the hot stuff in the '60s.

The other best "shot" was when he and I were rabbit hunting along a powerline right of way and a pheasant got up. He pointed his finger at it and said "bang", the pheasant fell out of the air. When we got to it it had a broken neck. It must have been watching us and hit a guy wire.

Then there is the story of my dad shooting a popping bug loose from a stick at about 50 feet with an Iver Johnson Trailsman 66. Pretty nice shot.

[12-34hom]

My dad, pheasant hunting.

Watched him drop three roosters that got up at once...:what:

Gun, Remington 1100 in 28 guage.

Mine, crow in a small tree at @ 335 yards in a 30 mph crosswind.

Gun, Remington model 700 in 243 Winchester.

12-34hom.

[Brad Johnson]

In my teen years I saw my Dad take a coyote on a lucky shot. He was trying to hit a running coyote at about 200 yards and kept hitting nothing but dirt. All of a sudden there was a big puff of dirt in front of the running critter from which the 'yote didn't emerge. When the dust cleared we could see the coyote laying on the ground.

Close inspection revealed a large head wound on the side opposite us, and we could find no entry wound. Best we could tell Dad had hit the ground in front of the coyote and the bullet ricocheted up, striking the coyote under his jaw.

Brad

[MolonLabe416]

I was at the range with a friend who was zeriong a 22/250. He had a 24x (?) Unertal scope on it. One of the old, long ones with the spring around the tube. He was shooting, I was spotting.

About the time he got her zeroed at 100 yards a bumble bee landed on the target board. Says he "See the bee?" "Yes, says I." "I'm going to shoot it says he." He fires. Bee disappears.

But did he hit it, bark it, or scare it? We walk down range. Bee parts. He hit the damn thing dead center.

[Stevie-Ray]

I've had some pretty good shots at "reactive" targets. (bottle caps, cans, trash lying about at 50 yds, the back of the outdoor pistol range I used to frequent) We would tell each other the approximate location of the item and try to make it dance if the range officer wasn't watching too closely. Bottle caps at 50 yds was the most fun.

My finest, though, was with a target bow. After sighting in on the upper left, I went for the center bull. My brother called out one perfect shot. On the second, the arrow made a strange thunking sound, and I saw a nock shatter in several pieces. I had split the first with the second. The range usually took these and mounted them on their wall with the name, date, etc. I said no. It sits on my own wall in my computer room, my one and only trophy in shooting.

[J Miller]

Some years ago a couple of friends and I went out to the desert to do some shooting. We were short on targets so they decided to shoot a horizontal limb off a tree. The range was around 25 yards. Both of them had Mini 14's and altho they were hitting the limb they couldn't shoot it off.
I had a S&W 25-2 and smarted off that a bigger bullet would do it.
Both friends stopped shooting and told me to put my money where mouth was. I raised up the Smith, thumbed the hammer back and fired one shot. Down came the limb.

Of course it was glote time for me. :D

[makdaddy03]

In my younger days I use to shoot Nickles,Dimes and Quarters.
Out to about 50-75yds using open sights, gun used was a Marlin 25N boltaction 22lr. Nowadays I have to use a 3x9x40mm scope.:(

[Correia]

I made a 200 yard shot on a mannaquin head with a .45 1911.

I fired one shot, watched the impact, adjusted, and hit it. Head went rolling.

Wouldn't believe it myself except I've got several witnesses including George Hill, PvtPyle, skyder, Porter Glockwell, and other TFLers and THRers.

[George Hill]

Yup. 200 yard head shot with a 1911.

Don't mess with Larry.

[cratz2]

Not that it is anything more than 1% experience and 99% dumb luck but I've probably shot 3 or 4 crows in flight just above the ground at range from 30 - 50 yards. I'm not much of the semi auto blaster type but shooting at flying crows, I'll take the AR over a bolt gun anyway. :p

I have a friend that I talk about quite often on this board. He's a benchrest competitor and some of his groups are so small it hurts me. I took a Savage in 223 out to a mutual friends place for sighting in. It hadn't been boresighted so first at 25 yards then out to 100 then I was just playing around. I'm not the best shooter in the world but I had put most of the shots into 2" or so thinking that wasn't shabby. He has a go with it and uses some handloads he'd worked up for a Savage 223. Three shots, all were touching... I wouldn't really call it a cloverleaf. I'd call it a 40 caliber hole. And it was not an exceptional group for him.

Two morals of the story... not all those former military snipers are BSing... and never let anyone tell you the Savage rifles can't shoot.

That guy makes me sick. :p

[Carlos Cabeza]

Back in the mid '70's my younger brother and I got matching .22 rifles for Christmas. Now he always was a better "plinker" than I and showed me up regular with our matching pellet rifles. We'd go walking in the woods and shoot whatever we could find or eat. There was an electrical sub-station near our ranch and on this particular wire was a 3" diameter washer that I could never hit, yet Chris would be "ding, ding" every shot. I had "had nuff"
and let lead fly at the washer. Apparently one or more shots cut the wire and ZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTT BOOM ! and a major lightshow commenced..........:D You never seen two boys hightail it out of them woods so fast. :D I think we darkened half of Alvin, TX. that afternoon. :p

[Porter Glockwell]

Yup, witnessed the 200 yrd headshot too.

My personal best was a clay pigeon, 15 yards out, in flight, first try,.... with my AK-47


Porter

[Erik]

I watched a guy key hole a double tap.

Then I watched him do it again, when the instructor didn't believe him.

Then I watched him do it yet again, for the benefit of another instructor who commented that "if you're shooting that accurately, you're shooting too slow."

For the record, the man seemed to have shot just a tad slower than the famed Bob Munden, imo. Just a tad. (I use Mr. Munden as reference since so many have seen his demos.)

Everyone paying attention was rather impressed.

[Jeff Timm]

Best shots I've ever seen were made by a young lady about 12, with a .22 Ruger Target pistol.

Back in the 1980's a half dozen Police from a large city, which shall remain nameless (It's home to the Cleveland Browns) so as not to embarass the officers, were working with their new S&W 9mms at a local gun club. (Two of the officer's were new members) I had just explained the new markings on the 4 x 8 sheet of steel we were using for bowling pin shoots. Five marks a foot from the front for most shooting, five marks a foot from the back for .22 and nine marks a foot from the back for 9mm hi-cap (those were the days) pistols. They were having a great old time with the case of ammo the tax payer had bought them (and I salute the Police Chief for encouraging practice with the new guns though the training program over all still needs work) when an innocent young girl approached and asked if she could try.

Much smirking followed. The young lady drew her Ruger Target pistol, inserted a 9 round magazine and knocked nine pins off the table with 9 rounds. Something none of the officers had accomplished. Much blushing followed.

Geoff
Who has gone 5 for 5 on pins...but not when I needed it to finish in the money.

[tz99]

As a kid I shot a bird a bird in flight with a bb gun. :p I know it was a one in a million. At my grandfathers house starlings were fair game. A cousin shot at a starling overhead on the power line. The shot set the bird into flight and it flew on the far side of a tall bush 10 to 15 ft tall and about 8 or 9 feet wide at the top. I took aim and fired on the other side of the bush and the two collided. The bird fell into the garden to completely asthonish the two of us.:what:

[Crimper-D]

I was shooting offhand with one of my single shot .22's at clay birds I'd clothspinned to the 50yd chickenwire... along come a couple of members I'd seen around but not met before - asked if I minded if they tried to hit a few with their handguns = "Sure - have a go at em!"
One guy hauls out a Ruger Blackhawk and empties the cylinder with no damage done.:rolleyes:
Then his buddy...Hauls out a Stainless Steel 'Made in the USA' Walther PPK .380! fired offhand, modified Weaver stance, no benchrest, - BROKE 5 OUT OF 5 at 50 yds!:eek:
I asked his buddy - "He do this sort of thing often???"
= "Usually!" :what:

Obviously someone you want on your side!:D

[Baba Louie]

Back in 93 my Dad came out for a little visit. He was then 61 years old, had cataracts, his right eye had a detached retina and he wears those "Coke bottle" type of lenses to see out of his left eye.
My BIL and I were going to shoot in a hi-power match that weekend so we invited the old timer along. I had a garand and the Ar-15 with me, BIL had his garand. Space was available so we cajoled the old man into joining us. I invited him to shoot the garand (he has a couple back home), but he said due to the retina being kinda loose and all he'd pass, but he'd never shot a Colt before (he never got over the military going to those "Mattel toys"). He decides since his right eye is basically blind, he'd shoot left handed. With a rifle he's never shot before. He's right handed.
He had no spotting scope.
During the match, the gentleman next to us, who'd been watching thru his scope, commented to me, "He shoot much?"
"His whole life", I replied.
Dad gets done with his shooting, standing, sitting and prone and comes back to the bench and the guy next to us tells him, "Nice group".
Dad replied, "Kinda rusty. Old eye. Shooting left handed feels a bit weird."
We walked out to retrieve his target with my BIL (who was shooting in the lane next to Dad).
2"+ group with a couple of "flyers" to open it up to maybe 3".
Bring the target back to the scorer who commented on the group, (but it was kinda high and to the right, no X's). Dad's reply was, "I guess for a plastic rifle it'll do. Recoil was kinda weak."
My BIL and I laughed about that for years.

Adios

[DF357]

in the Army in 1967 using an M14. In basic we had to qualify by shooting randomly popping up man size silouettes at various distances up tp 1000 meters ! I don't know how I ever hit those 1000m jobbies because at 3325 feet (3/5 of a mile) I could barely see it. But I did ! I qualified expert.

Today? Forget it.

[Gewehr98]

And I kept the proof, for posterity...

http://www.mauser98.com/theball.jpg

[TheActor]

My dad shot a whitetail running flat out, broadside at ~ 60 yds with two from a 30.06. First shot kicked the dirt behind. He adjusted and put the next through it's heart. The darn thing slid nearly 20ft in the wet grass. This happened really fast as it was about to drop over a rise in a harvested field. I could not believe it. It was dead before it stopped sliding. Oh yeah, iron sights as well. The rifle is a auto I think it's called woodsmaster made by remington. Freehand shot not even a tree to rest on. Also saw one of his hunting buddies disintegrate a quail. It kicked up at his feet and he was on it so fast he blew the darn thing to pieces. Talk about reaction time.

[CWatson]

It was several shots actually.I was in my early teens and my family and I lived in the High Desert in CA.We lived way out in the boonies.It was dusk and there was a loud ruckus comming from outside.

My dad flew out of his bedroom carring his P38.Seeing the gun me and my brothers were right behind him.As we got on the front porch my dad was stepping off and started shooting at a mass of fur,dirt,and tumbleweeds about 30-40 yards away from him.

Three fast shots,bbblam! Never stopped as he walked towards the little twister.Three large dogs dropped dead,a big mutt and two large german shepards.Hopping out from under one of the sheps was our lab,shaken and stuned.

Dad's arm didn't look like it came all the way up to his eye level.CW

[Hazwaste]

The best shot I've ever seen was one I did when I was 12. I used a Crossman 761XL pellet gun with a cheap 4x scope at 30 yards to shoot the abdomen off of a wasp right at the little thin part that holds it onto the thorax. It only took 1 shot and I was shooting from standing.

[TRIDENT]

1) Tumbled an antelope running full speed with one shot through the back of the neck at 200 yards my senior year of high school with a .308 in Montanna. My senior trip!
2) Wasted a squirrel running/jumping through the top of a huge red oak tree (40+ feet) in Mississippi with a head shot from my Ruger MKII on the first try.
Both very lucky shots. I am a decent shot, but not that decent!

[MLH]

First one my cousin and I were driving along a country road when he spots a crow land in a 40 to 50 foot tree about a 1/4 mile away. Fair wind as the tree was swaying pretty good. Grabs his rifle (don't know the caliber), sticks it out the window and "BANG." Crow drops like a rock as did my jaw.:what:

Second was a cop that was Capt. of the Louisville Police Pistol Team (Back when they had one). He took a 1911 Upside down using his pinky finger to fire it and at 25 yds. made a can dance downrange to at least 50 yds. and never missed once. :what: Kind of guy you want to back you up. He even taught me to do it (I hit it once:o :D )

[clange]

Best i've done was my first deer, i was probably 13 or so. I had gotten up to go up the hill and relieve myself. I'm about 40-45 yards from where i was sitting when i hear loud crashing. I had my SKS ready so i flew around taking it off safe and bringing it up at the same time. Sight came right up on the lead deer of a pair running through. Fired one quick shot right away and it kept going over a rise, the one in the back stopped. I thought long and hard about shooting at that one but decided not to. Glad i didnt cause i found the first deer like 30 ft from where i shot it. Hit it right through the heart. Good thing to cause i had loaded up the SKS with FMJ :eek: (didnt know anything about that stuff). :o My dad saw the exit wound the same size as the entry wound and asked 'what do you got in that gun?' :p

[Erich]

The most amazing shot I ever saw was from my little brother's slingshot.

You know how a kid will get a slingshot and then proceed to just wander around shooting things with it? After a while, it just becomes second nature, and the kid stops thinking about it (I suppose this is where we'd all like to be with our guns) and just does it. It's not super-important whether the kid hits anything, so he's mellow about it.

Anyway, Mike had gotten pretty good just plinking with pebbles, good enough that I was pretty darn impressed. He didn't realize it was any big deal, though. I gave him some 5-gram weights to shoot (Dad was throwing them out from his lab) and was showing off his accuracy to some neighborhood kids ("All right, now hit that rock.") when a sparrow flew by. I told Mike, "Shoot that!"

He didn't even think, he just swiftly drew back and shot the bird out of the air. Dropped like a stone. :cool: Blew its head off, actually, although that was a fluke - he would never claim that he'd aimed for the head.

Years later I did something similar (but not nearly as impressive to me) with a throw. Walking back and forth from my dorm's cafeteria (in another building), I'd throw my keys at birds congregating in the path. My big leather keyring would catch enough air to slow down the keys enough to where the birds would be able to fly out of the way by the time the keys got there, but I got pretty accurate with the throws. After months of this, I nonchalantly hucked a giant bolt I'd found at a squirrel - and broke its neck. Felt really bad (hadn't really intended to hit it), and had to kill the convulsing thing with my boot. :(

(Some great stories here, btw.)

[jdkelly]

The "best" shot I ever witnessed was an off hand shot with an iron sighted Glenfield model 60 22lr. A buddy and I had been walking the pits sharing my rifle and shooting what ever we happen to see.

My buddy had been telling me what a great shot he was when I spotted a bird sitting on a branch about 125 yards away. I brought up my binoculars and said "All right Daniel Boone, lets see you shoot.". I wanted to shut him up about how good he was.

He mounted the rifle and shot while I watched through my field glasses. The bird didn't move at first, then as if in a cartoon it swung backwards, with it's feet still on the branch, to an upside down position and then released it's grip, falling head first to the ground. My buddy was busy clearing the FTE ,that happened so often with the cheap ammo we were shooting (ammo that would latter save my life, but thats another story), and didn't see the result of his shot.

When finished clearing the jam he looked at me for a report on his shot. I just smiled and said, "It flew away, hey let's call it a day". I felt his ego didn't need any building as it was.


jdkelly

[waynzwld]

I have several, one time I was at the range with a couple of friends shooting pistols, we were mostly shooting at 25 yards. One of the friends said that pistols were only good for about 25 yards, so I went and set a target at 100 yards, and using my last round of 357, took aim and hit a 1" paster dead center! The other guy asked me if I shot that good all the time, and I said yeah ;)

Another time, I was trying to get some gravel delivered to "pave" my road leading to a farm i had bought and the gravel guy came to look and see how much gravel it would take. I noticed a stainless steel Savage rifle in his truck and commented on how that was a good looking rifle. He puled it out and told me it was a Win. 300 Mag. and how good it shot. Using the porch post as a rest, he shot at a 100 yard target I had set up. The rifle had open sights, and he proceeded to put a bullet at about 7:00, just outside of the 3/4" dot. He then challenged me to try. I tried to decline because I didn't have my glasses with me and can't hardly see the front sight without them. Well, I decided to give it a try and started to shoot it as he did, using the porch post for a rest, but decided I didn't know how bad the thing recoiled since I never fired a 300 Mag. and instead stood away from the porch and shot it offhand. I manage to put my shot at 7:00 just to the outside of where his bullet had hit. I handed him back the rifle and said "I think your sights might be a tad off”
:D

[280PLUS]

shotgun shell, 50 ft, 22lr, offhand, 12 yrs old

thats the one that always stuck in my head...

[jsalcedo]

I remember my best freind's little brother had an amazing shot.

He was about 8 and had one of those 5 dollar wrist rockets (slingsot with a wrist brace.)

He picked up a sort of round rock and pulled back all the way and aimed at a crow on a power line about 150 yards distant.

The rock flew in an arc and the crow fell in a puff of feathers.

I still don't know how he did it

[arinvolvo]

I have taken 200 yard bowling pins with my ruger 22 pistol....They take about 5 shots, but I can do it pretty consistently.