[Hal]

Any good:
"Betcha can't hit that over yonder" or "watch me hit that" storys?

[hillbilly]

I was 13 years old.

I had a Red Ryder BB gun, and was shooting at blackbirds in the family garden.

Way across the garden, I saw a bird alight about halfway down a hog wire fence. For those of you who don't know, hog wire is sometimes called "field fence" and is the big, rectangular wire mesh with gaps about 4 inches square in it.

I leaned my Red Ryder across the top of a fence post, aimed, and then tilted the barrel up significantly. I had shot the BB gun enough to know that the trajectory fell off considerably beyond about 30 feet.

This bird was a lot farther than 30 feet. I breathed, squeezed, and PLOP! The bird fell off the fence without even a wing flutter.

I stepped off the distance. It was 50 yards. I've stepped off that distance many times since.

hillbilly

[Skofnung]

A few years ago, I was having a problem with foxes trying to eat my cats. There were 4 foxes that I knew of on my land and I had seen them gang up on my two cats on several occasions. I did not know that foxes hunted in packs before that.

Anyway, most of the time the cats could get away, but one evening, I came home just in time to see three foxes attacking my smallest cat. I was ANGRY. Normaly, I would not think of shooting foxes, but being that they were attacking members of my family, it was open season on them.

I ran them off, went inside and grabbed the first gun I could, my brothers full choked Remington 870 that he kept with OO buck next to it. I went back outside and sat down on the porch. They had scattered, but I figured they wold be back. I considered going back inside to get a .22, as I prefer rifles to shotguns for this kind of work, but I did not want to give them a second chance.

Well, I saw one of the little buggers trotting accross my property, just in front of one of my ponds. Then he stopped for just a second, looked at me, and broke into a run. I knew he was well out of range, as the ponds nearest edge is 120 some odd yards from where I was standing, but I was angry and desperate. I shouldered the scattergun, put a lead on him and pressed the trigger.

To my suprise, the critter tucked his head under, and spun a 180 at the same time, sliding to a stop. I ran accross to where he was and sure enough, I had hit him with two of the OO pellets. One in the hindquarters, and one RIGHT THROUGH THE HEAD. This was from 106 yards, measured. It was an instant kill.

Now I am a fairly good wingshooter, but that was ALL luck. Looking back, I probably should not have taken the shot, but it worked when it had to. My little cat was hurt pretty bad, and required some serious vet work. Subsequently, I went out and killed two more foxes in the following evenings, both with a .22. Neither of those shots were extraordinary, but I will never forget hitting that first running fox at just over 100 yds with a shotgun. I should have bought a Lottery ticket that day.

[buzz_knox]

Using my scoped BL-22, I was firing at a squirrel about 50 yards away in a tall tree. He dropped and I celebrated my victory . . . right up until my father let me know that I'd hit the limb the squirrel was standing on. That was my luckiest shot . . . for the squirrel. You see, he was standing up facing me so if I'd aimed a bit better, I would have popped him right in the nuts.

[jrhead75]

Squirrel hunting with one of those old AR-7 .22s (VERY rudimentary sights), the weather was cold and nasty, so I was shivering pretty bad and ready to call it a day. Spotted a squirrel on a branch about 40 or 50 yards away, and took the shot offhand. The round caught the squirrel at the base of the skull, and dropped him in his tracks. A good thing, because I doubt I could have repeated the shot if he was only wounded and charged us! :D

Shooting with my ex-brother in law one time way back when, he was trying to nail a pop can at 100yds offhand with his M1 Carbine with no success (he generally couldn't hit the broad side of a barn from the inside anyway). I say "Here let me get that for ya", draw my Super Blackhawk .44mag, and real casual like, take quick aim and fire one handed. Dead can...I then reholstered and pretended like it wasn't a lucky shot, and I could do that any old time.

[CWL]

Was shootin with some folks, one of them had a .45 ACP which he kept complaining couldn't hit anything. I asked to try it out. He then found a poker chip lying on the ground and threw it out into the firing lane and said "here shoot this" -in a smart@ss way. I reflexivly point shot this unfamiliar pistol at the poker chip and blew it outta the sky, it must've been 10-15 yards downrange.

You shoulda seen the looks everybody gave me, I didn't feel the need to tell them this was pure and total luck. Luckily there weren't anymore pokerchips laying around.

[Top_Notch]

About two weeks ago I was at the range with a friend. For targets, he was using blank 8½x11 paper with a neon orange sticker applied to the center (about ½" across). We were almost complete with our shooting when I asked to try one of his targets. I spun it out and fired. The 9mm shot from my Glock hit the exact center of the orange dot...I mean exact. I reeled the target it, and said to him "I like these..." and called it quits. (Always go out on top) My friend was smart enough to know that I couldn't recreate that shot to save my life, but I wasn't going to admit it!

[Ol' Badger]

Its was a Blue Jay when I was 12ish. Maybe 60-70 yards away. I held way above his head and fired. I watched the BB fly and it hit the bird in the back of the head and it took him right out of the tree. My fat friend saw it, but to this day he wont confrim it to anyone.

[Zach S]

I hit a target once;)

Seriously though, I cant really think of any. I did, however, hit a peice of brass thrown into my line of fire from the lane left of me once. Almost cut a target in half with an MP5.

[Smoke]

Driving throught the pasture one day, a coyote ran across right in front of my pickup. I slammed the brakes on and grabbed my Model 94 30-30 out of the gunrack behind my head (no scope) THe coyote was running straight away from me and was jumping through the brrom weeds. I was timing his jumps and put a bullet in the base of the neck at the peak of one of the jumps. Dropped him instantly.

Another time when I was still in high school. Some of my friends and I jumped in an old ranch truck to go shoot doves. We had two people on the back of the truck I was riding shotgun (literally) and another guy was driving. The driver saw a dove take off the fence line so he floors the truck. We're doing 50mph across a rough field through sunflowers 10 feet tall. The heads are bouncing off the windshield like hail. The guys in the back are cowering down behind the cab to avoid the flak and to keep from falling out. The dove made a hard 90 and so did the truck. The truck starts sliding sideways and I stuck my gun out the window and popped the dove.

I had my 20th highschool reunion last week and the driver brought that up. Nobody had forgotten that shot. :D

[AmericanFreeBird]

I was probably 15, had my Daisey 880 pump BB/Pellet/dart air rifle. I saw a blue jay in the top of a tree and it was all of 100 yards away. 12 pumps with a BB, aimed right at him then held over a two feet over him. The BB took his back end clean off (or opened up his bowls anyway).

That'd never happen again.

[semf]

I was 18 on a hill overlooking the James river with a Savage 6A .22 rifle I had bought that day from a pawn shop for $15. A snake was swimming upstream at about what I estimated was 100 yards, the guy with me said 125 to 150 but I doubt it. I took aim with a little bit of hold over and a little bit of lead and squeezed the trigger.

The bullet must of hit the base of the skull because the snake came out of the water rigid like a stick did almost a 360 and flopped down limp and floated down stream.

I still have that gun but at 41 I couldn't even see the snake much less aim at it. The amazing thing is I hit exactly where I was aiming.

[clipse]

I hit a roll of duct tape with my PA-63 from about 30 yards off hand with my first shot. I immediately packed up and left cause I knew it would just go downhill from there.:D

clipse

[C.R.Sam]

I was bout 13-14 or so. Reporter from the local weekly was coolin his heels waitin for my pop to get back to the house.

I grabbed my .22 single shot Remington bolt and ask him if he wanted to go pop some diggers. He jumped at it and we walked out to the creek bank. There was a coke bottle layin on the ground with the neck facin us. Bout 15 yds or so.

Without callin the shot (never tried it before) I turned away from it, bent over so as to shoot between my legs with the gun upside down. Out loud calculating the hold with the sights below the barrel factored in. Got confused and shut up. Took a guess and pulled the trigger.

Round went through the mouth of the Coke bottle and blew the bottom out.

Reporter started speaking in strange toungs. When he calmed down, I handed him the gun and some ammo from my pocket. Let him shoot at diggers n rocks n stuff.

He saved the bottomless bottle, cool, less trash for me to pick up.

He told my pop that I was not only a crack shot but a math whiz to boot.
Pop said..."Yeah, he's learnin."

Never fired another shot in front of that man again.;)

Yup....Quit on top.

Sam

[treeprof]

My quitting on top story involved two consecutive (very) lucky shots. I'd been shooting one of my S&W snubbies at 3-10 yds, and ran a fresh target out to 25 yds for some distance practice. A guy and his son came in and occupied the next bay as I'm setting up and starting to shoot. My 1st shot looked like it might be pretty much dead center in the bull, but it was tuff to tell in the light if I'd even hit it or not. I fired once more, and then couldn't see anything. Thinking I'd missed entirely, I ran the target in, and saw that my 1st shot was indeed pretty much perfectly centered, and that the 2nd one had cut the 1st one a bit to the left to form a nice little figure 8. The guy says "dam*", to which I responded " I know - I can't believe I pulled that 2nd shot. I better call it a day." Which I wisely did. I practice with them out to 50 yrds on plates, but have never repeated the feat.

[ceetee]

This one time, I was on the thirteenth green at Oak Ridge, about 55 feet from the flag. The green was so wet, when I hit the ball, it spun up a little rooster-tail of water behind it as it rolled. clink Straight in the hole.

This other time, me an' my buddy and our girlfriends were up at The Corner Pocket. He had just broke, dropping a low ball, and it just happened the cue came to rest about 6 inches away from three high balls that were touching, in a little triangle. I set it up, hit it hard, and plop...plop...plop . One in this corner, one in that corner, and one in the side...

Oh... not what we're talkin' about? Sorry...

[sm]

Old man made me a "slingshot" , we cut the fork from a tree, red rubber from an inner tube, old pc of leather for pouch. both folks raised in the country, old man giving lessons, mom 's recalling memories. both had talent, just showing off with my new toy. "Tell ya what, I'm gonna throw a rock see it you can hit it", he threw it, I hit. "Gonna throw harder" again I hit it with a rock from slingshot. "humm too close, momma gonna hit a rock with that pc of stick, you hit it, and you can carry this thing without being watched". Parents grinning, winking...mom whacks that rock like going over center field fence, I must have been born a pass shooter, cause that best describes the way I followed from behind, got ahead kept my swing going...busted that rock into pcs. I'm a grinnning, they ain't, they ain't winking either ;) Something mumbled about me taking after some kin...Still getting mumbled at for taking after that kin in other ways to this day. I was 6, not long after that day I shot my first centerfire...a 1911, with a slingshot in my back pocket.

Some "kid" took the cherry smooth off a patrol car flying down the chat covered road next to our house with a slingshot the story goes, story continues with the officer getting back to station and having no idea how it could have just disappeared...some "kid" hid up in tree house for quite awhile too that day...;)

[David Detmer]

Last year in Florida, was hunting Dove with 5 of my hunting buddies, when 3 Dove came into the field. They were crossing about 35 yards out and with three shots took all three Doves individually! Then proceeded to miss the next 6 Doves in a row! Go figure.

[wingnutx]

I was on this grassy knoll...

[spacemanspiff]

mine sounds lame next to the rest of yours, but who cares! :D

i was shooting my mauser for the 2nd time, put a target out at 50 yards cause i'm not used to iron sights yet. i take aim on the center of the target and pull the trigger. went right through the bullseye. i shoulda quit right then and there cause the rest of my shots went all over the place.

[Missouri Mule]

I dropped a running coyote at 230+ paces. Rifle was a Rem 700 chambered in .243 Win. He was running along a fence line perpendicular to my tree stand. I was just goofing around. I was surprised I hit him let alone dropping him like that.

[ceetee]

LMAO @ wingnutx

[Smoke]

.....then another time:

I couldn't have been more than 10. My brother, Granddad, and myself had been trying to spook up some birds all day. There just weren't any. Late in the day we were driving down a road and there were 4 birds sitting on a tank dam picking up gravel. My brother and Grandad discussed whether to take the "Skillet shot" or not. My Granddad said "Naw, lets spook 'em up and try to give them a sporting chance". We walked closer and they made no move to fly. SO I told them to get ready and I'd chunk a rock to flush them. I nailed one of the birds and the others flew away with nary a shot fired becuase my brother and Granddad were to busy picking their jaws up off the ground.

And I'm the worlds worst rock chunker, so you can bet it was luck.



But I took home the only Dove that day. :D

[DJJ]

I picked up the spare on a 6-7-10 split once. Hit the 6-10 just right and knocked the 6 across into the 7.

[Porter Glockwell]

Shot a thrown clay pigeon in mid air with my Romanian AKM on the first try. It was hand thrown by my buddy with one of those red plastic throwers and was moving directly away from me.

Impact was there and can back my story.

Also shot a floating party balloon out of the air that was 50 yards out and 20 feet up with a borrowed FAL.

Porter

[hillbilly]

Dang, Skofnung. that's like "Wrath of God" shotgunning..........

[jsalcedo]

When I was a teenager I took my guns out to my friends house.
His family lived on a piece of property that was about 150 yards wide and about a mile long.

We took our rifles and pistols, walked the fence line to an old creek.

We shot at old bottles and a old abandoned rambler that was back there.

From about 30 yards one shot from my Taurus .357 I blew the grease cap and wheel bearing off the rambler and the wheel fell completely off.

I was pretty surprised.

We ran out of targets save one old DR pepper bottle so I set it up on an old crate and we proceeded to walk the mile back to the house.

About 350 yards or so I looked back and saw a faint glimmer where the
sun was shining on the bottle.

I unslung my mosin nagant M1891 and moved the ladder sight to the approximate distance and fired.

The bottle disappeared. Pure luck.

[einnor1040]

I was at a friends house when I was younger and he had an old chevrolet in the yard he was working on. We were standing buy this car when a rabbit came out on the other side of the yard. It was probably 150 ft. away. I took the gas cap off the car and said I was gonna hit that rabbit in the head with this gas cap. They said "right". I threw it and it hit the rabbit right in the head and it fell over and kicked around for a while and got up and ran off. We couldn't believe it. It came back out a few minutes later and I shot it with a 22. It should have kept running.

[MaterDei]

No kidding. There I was. Just me and my Marlin Model 60, walking through the piney woods of East Texas. 20 yards in front of me a killer armadillo emerges from his hole and starts trotting off into the brush, running away from me. Knowing that he just appeared to be running away (he was really trying to flank my position) I took dead aim and fired. Little critter never had a chance. I caught him between armor plates at the base of his neck. Boy, was that good eatin.

MaterDei saves the day!

[Keith]

About ten years ago I was hunting caribou in southwest Alaska with two friends. A big herd of bulls came right in on top of us, and at about 200 yards my pals each dropped one. These were all big mature animals and all bulls, but I wanted at least one real trophy on the hunt so I held fire because none of them were THAT big...
The herd started moving to our right, running now and making a big semi-circle around us and as they strung out I could see that the a couple of really huge old white bulls had been way in the back of the herd. They were running from left to right and I laid down and shot at the biggest one from a prone position. I held about a "half a caribou" in front of him, and about a foot high... And that critter piled up like train wreck - in fact, he tumbled end over end and landed on his back with his feet in the air.

We paced it off and agreed it was 355 yards. The boo had been shot right through the front shoulder joints, breaking both of them.

I'm not really proud of that - I shouldn't have taken that shot! But it worked...

Keith

[lycanthrope]

Took aim at a hen turkey running through some pines with the Mag-10. When I got to her I found her laying on her back fluttering some. Beside her was a hen grouse doing the same thing. Collateral damage.

[Dionysusigma]

I was at the range, 2 lanes down from a guy who had a single-shot .308 pistol with a crummy holosight. Various people who worked at the range were taking turns with it, and none were getting anything better than 5" groups at ~50 yards. Since I had never fired a pistol before (and since I sincerely believe that .308 is God's caliber :D) the gentleman was kind enough to let me try as well. I sent out a fresh target, loaded the pistol, and took aim.

One shot. Approximately 1/8" from dead center. I thanked him kindly, packed up, and left. :)

[jercamp45]

a friend and I were hiking along a cross country ski trail. There was a little moon and it was COLD....
We saw a canine critter bouncing through the trees about 30 yards away...and then it stopped cold as it got down wind of us. It began running in our direction. I was not sure what was up, but I drew my mighty S&W M28 Magnum loaded with 158 gr soft points, just in case.
The four legged stopped about 10 yards out, then unleashed one of the nastiest 'growls' I have ever heard. Then charged at us.
Though not properly trained I had shot quite a few handguns since comng to Alaska 3 years before(every one I could!!). I crouched, the front sight on the canines chest and squeezed of two rounds DA.
The demon kept coming!!!!
It was very close, and I pointed intinctively at its head and unleased another round.......
the critter piled up and came to a stop one yard in front of my boot!!
We checked it out...was a husky with it right ear torn away and infected. My first two, indeed, hit the chest about two inches apart...
Guess the soft points just punched a clean hole deep...but the dog was unimpressed.
Two weeks later at a gun show, I traded the Smith for a Colt Combat Commander .45 and really have not looked back in terms of caliber....
Make mine BIG bullets, thanks!!
Jercamp45,

[TrapperReady]

Shooting a highpower match (reduced course) this past summer. It's important to know that my offhand is usually pretty horrid.

Anyway, the offhand slow-fire stage begins, and I settle in and squeeze off the first shot. I check my spotting scope. Can't see the hole. Damn! I know that it wasn't THAT BAD a shot.

I crank up the magnification on the spotting scope and check again. This time, I see the hole. It has center-punched the X. At 100 yards, offhand with iron sights, it was off-center by a millimeter at most.

I thought about just stopping right there. However, I kept shooting and ended up with 78/100 or so on that stage. Oh well... for a minute or so, I felt pretty good.

[waynzwld]

One time, I had a gravel guy out to my farm and noticed he had a Savage stainless rifle with express folding sights in his truck. Asked him what caliber it was and he said it was a 300 Mag. He took it out of the truck and let me look it over, told me it was a great shooter and then, using a rest, shot at a target I had set out at 100 yards. He was good, he hit about ½” from dead center of the bullseye, at 7:00. He then asked me if I wanted to shoot it and of course I said yes. I started to shoot it from the rest as he did, but decided to shoot it offhand. Took aim, and touched it off. Went to check the target and I was a ¼” more out from center at 7:00. He was impressed as all getout that I could do that offhand. That was when I told him I think his sight is just a little off, I was aiming for his bullet hole. :D

Don't know if I could ever do that again, but it got me lots of respect with the locals there. :p

[Ala Dan]

Greeting's All-

Hey Hal, this one dates way back to yester year*!:D

When I first broke into the handgun class of the shooting
sports, I was on the county police range with a friend and
fellow THR member Capbuster; and we both were
shooting model 18 Smith & Wesson revolver's from about
35 yards out. After firing several rounds of the .22 LR's
I took a small break, at which time I also reloaded the
weapon. When I swung back into action, a small bird
of unknown variety sat atop my target stand. I said
to myself, " I wonder if I can hit that tiny bird"? Well,
low and behold my first shot clipped the ole' birds head
right off!:) So, I would have to say that this had to be
the luckiest shot I ever made; cuz at the time, I was
just a novice.:D

*FootNote- fall of 1971, I think?

Best Wishes,
Ala Dan, N.R.A. Life Member

[Hkmp5sd]

Luckiest shot by me: An agressive water moccasin wouldn't let my mom go out the back door. If the door opened, it would charge up to it. Once it closed, it would head back in the grass and wait. Using a CO2 .177 pellet pistol, I eased the door open. The snake raised its head out of the grass and I nailed it with a headshot at approx 30 yds. My mom was so impressed I didn't tell her it was a fluke.

Luckiest shot at me: Shooting a friends Government Model at a crowded indoor range. On one shot, the gun ejected the hot brass directly backwards. It hit me right between the eyes and dropped straight down inside my shirt, resulting in me performing what I must assume to be the best indian rain dance the other shooters had ever seen based on their applause.

Learning from this incident, I added two more rules to the 4 rules. Rule #5 - Never wear an opened collar shirt to the range. Rule #6 - If you're dumb enough to violate Rule #5, never have your shirt tucked into your pants.

[Loach]

About 9 or 10 years old at my grandmother's house in south-central illinois. The only 'gun' I ever has as a kid was a crossman pellet gun kept at her house that I only got to shoot during the one week a year I was out to visit. Anyhow, I was shooting dixie cups full of water off the stone 'burn-barrel' (not exactly a barrel, but that's what they called it) from a sitting position on the well-curb. I looked out across the yard and saw a squirrel in a big oak tree on the corner of the property, about 75 yards away. Just for the heck of it, I take a shot, really not expecting to hit it, more just to see how close I could get. First shot hits it square in the side of the head and it drops dead on the spot. I was alternately thrilled that I hit it and mortified that I'd killed a critter as I'd never been hunting or taken a shot at anything before. Years later, I took up the shooting/hunting sports, but I'll already remember that first squirrel (and the many rabbits that followed at her place in the coming years. after all, once grandma figured out I was an OK shot and not too squeamish about killin critters, she offered a $5 bounty for each rabbit I shot in her garden).

[teppo-shu]

Christmas morning, I'm 6 years old. My dad & I walk out to the pasture to try out the new Sears .410 bolt action single shot "Santa" just brought. The only thing I had ever shot before was my little Daisy BB gun. It was cold, and there weren't a whole lot to shoot at.

I see two sparrows light up in a big old mesquite tree about 40 yds away, one way up high, the other down near the center of the tree. My dad tells me to load up, aim at one, ease the safety forward, press the butt back into my shoulder, and squeeze the trigger.

Boom! Down go BOTH sparrows - the first shot of my life!!:D

Other guns have come and gone, but I still have that one. I'll give it to my son in another year or so.

[MGoblue4]

Hey Im new here but anyways I havent had a lucky shot yet really but my dad sure has had one.

A couple of years back before I hunted my dad was in his blind and he saw this nice size buck so he pulled up and shot it, he dropped the deer right there. He then walked up to see it and it turned out he not only shot the buck but a doe was laying behind it. He shot two deer with one bullet!!

[goon]

It was at a machine gun range. I am pretty sure that the farthest targets were at 1000M, but not certain. Anyhow, they were far enough away.
I had been shooting at the 500-600M targets, but I was getting bitched at for not shooting the closer ones.
Something along the lines of "In combat, the closer ones are more dangerous." Good logic, but what if they don't get that close?
I was dropping the ones inside of 500M with one shot at a time, as almost everyone else on the line.
That was getting boring, so I started firing FA like you are supposed to. I stopped with only one round left in the belt.
Ain't much you can do with only one round, so I held WAY OVER TOP of the farthest target I could see and fired. An instant later, it fell hard.
I had hit the damn thing!
I acted like it was on purpose, but it was about 1000M away, and I was using regular ball ammo, open sights and a machine gun with a hot barrel. There was undoubtedly wind, and I accounted for the distance by just winging it.
How could that be anything other than luck?:D

[duckfoot]

One of the clays from the skeet range next to the short rifle range came just over the dividing berm at about 75 yards down range (as it often happens) and was about to land in the middle lane (mine at the time) so I just let the ole nef .270 loose for giggles trying for it and POOF orange dust. Got a small round of clapping for that. But not a minute later another one came over and I got that one too, by pure T luck. Got a standing ovation for that one.

[C.R.Sam]

The more one shoots
The luckier they get
More often.

Sam

[Black Snowman]

It's not luck if you were trying to do it. It's just beating the odds :)

I can't remember any particularly spectacular shots off the top of my head. I've had them, but most of them had nothing to do with luck ;)

[CZ-100]

Early 80's, it was my first time HOG hunting, I was riding in the back of a Jeep, standing over the roll bar and a HOG came out on the trail about 25 yds up the trail coming toward us, I quickly raised my gun and fired. Hit him Right Between the Eyes with a 12 Gauge Slug :D

He was ~120lbs

[submin]

At a turkey shoot in the tidewater region of Virginia, in the late ‘60s, my dad took me to my first turkey shoot. I think I was nine or so. Anyway, it was also the first time I’d shot anything more powerful than my Essex .410 single shot and I was terrified of my dads 16 gauge Model 12. I flinched, of course, and only three pellets hit paper. Another shooter had printed a beautiful pattern, but as luck would have it, one of my pellets was closer by the slimmest of margins. It took the judges 10 minutes to announce the winner. :^) I won a cool knife.

I think dad still has that target stashed somewhere.

[444]

Luckiest shots: both involved chipmunks. When I was a kid, we "hunted" chipmunks pretty much every day in the summer. We used air rifles and as we got older, other stuff. At the age of about 22, I purchased a Beeman P1 pellet pistol. My childhood buddy was home from college and I took it to show him. We were standing in his driveway and he spotted a chipmunk that was at least 50 yards away standing upright on a railroad tie. He was shooting at it with the barrel elevated like 45 degrees. I said to him, this isn't like those BB guns we had as kids, you don't need to hold way over it like that; let me try. I aimed maybe 5"-6" over it and hit it on the first shot. Of course I didn't let on that it was pure luck.
Another time we were standing out on my parent's porch with a couple Remington 541 rifles (??? I think that is what they were-serious match rifles with Redfield reciever sights, real big and heavy). My buddy spotted a chipmunk under some pipe next to the driveway. He began a stalk with me right behind him. The chipmunk took off running at full speed down the driveway and I hit it on a dead run with a single shot.

[uglymofo]

I was shooting with friends at about 80 yards. We'd stood up the usual, coke cans, bottles, etc. One guy tied a string to a tree and suspended a bottle cap by laying the string across the inside of the cap and packing it with mud. I gave him a load of static about missing the cap with his scoped rifle, and he dared me to shoot it.

I told him, " I'll do better than anything you'll try", actually meaning that I'd try it with my iron-sighted Springfield 03. I missed, and cut the string. He thought that's what I'd meant to do from my comment, and of course, I didn't say a thing.

This was 1968, just after "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" came out. He never believed that ending wasn't pure Hollywood after that shot.

[Scarface]

About 40 years ago, my parents bought me a Remington 511A. It was my first firearm. It probably saw 10,000 rounds of .22 over the years.

Several years ago, I bought a sling for it (I'm not as steady as I used to be) and then bought a cheap telescopic sight for it (my eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be).

My youngest Son and I went out to a field his BIL owns to try it out. We paced off 100 paces and tacked a sheet of paper to a tree, scrawling an X in the middle.

I leaned over the hood of my Son's truck, slung it like they taight us in the Marines and sighted in.

3 rounds to see where it would hit.

All 3 in the size of a nickle, centered on the X. I handed the rifle to the boy and told him it was his now, 'cause I could never shoot like that with it again.:what:

[Holly76201]

ROFLOLPIP @ Wingnutx.
I KNEW there was somebody else there that day!

[Smoke]

jsalcedo
His family lived on a piece of property that was about 150 yards wide and about a mile long.

Was it a spaghetti farm? :D

[jsalcedo]

Was it a spaghetti farm?

LOL You would think.

It was just divided up between parents and kids in long skinny strips
so they would all have road access.

[RCReecer]

My lucky shot was just a couple of weeks ago. My shooting buddy and I were finishing up the day by plinking with the 22s. I was shooting a 25+ year old Model 60 with iron sights. We had found a piece of watermelon on the range that somebody had exploded with a high-powered rifle earlier. As I was taking aim, my friend spotted a wasp sitting at the 3o'clock position on the melon. He was giving me directions while looking through the spotting scope. According to him, he could actually see it vaporize as the round hit it. Distance was 25-30 yards out. I could barely see it on the melon, but I followed his directions and hit it. That was enough for me to call it day and pack up.

[goon]

I just thought of another one.
When I was a kid, there was this wood bee that took up residence in the eaves of our house right next to our door. Eventhough it did more good than harm by keeping other bees and flys away, it pissed my dad off. He was going to kill it.
At the time, I had a peice of half inch PVC pipe about three feet long that I had become quite proficient with. I routinely shot my brother with large spit wads and green grapes from the vines around our house. I once even hit a neighbor kid on a dead run for his house.:D
Anyhow, I opened the door, and there that bee was. My pipe was locked and loaded, and there was no turning back. The bee was stupid. He just stayed there, hovering around. I raised the pipe and shot him with a hard spit wad. He took a tumble and landed somewhere. I thought he was dead.
About an hour later my dad came in bitching about that wood bee. I didn't say anything, I just went and looked.
Sure enough, the bee had survived. Every time someone opened our door after that, the bee would take off like a shot out of hell.:D

[six 4 sure]

My best? That would have to be the first time I shot my US Property marked 1911 circa 1917. I was a little hesitant to shoot it given it’s age, but thought I give it a try. I head to the local range, put up my target, and pace off twenty-five yards. I put two rounds through it and produce a nice figure eight. I then unloaded it and put it away. Yep the old girl can still shoot. Of course no one was there to witness it and I didn’t think to keep the target.

six

[tex_n_cal]

One year in Texas, I had passed up a couple deer earlier in the season, and was regretting it - our lease had dried up, it seemed. I'm down to the last afternoon of the long season, when I am in an elevated stand. The wind is howling, and the stand shaking noticeably.

A good sized forkhorn walks up 120 yards away, and I line up the .270 Ruger #1. At the shot I watch the cross hairs drop below his belly, and I start swearing as I recover from the recoil, angry at the poor shot. To my astonishment, the deer is stretched out flat on the ground. In a few seconds, I see his head raise, so I reload, shoot again and he's finished.

As I walk up, I realize my first shot went through both of his knees, nearly severing one leg and breaking the other. Evidently the deer moved at the shot, and wind drift combined to hit the legs. If I only get one leg, he hops away, probably before I get the single shot reloaded. Lucky for me, but I still felt bad about the poor shot & the critter suffering for a few seconds.:(

[AR-15Nutt]

about 25 years ago, was rabbit hunting in Colo. in about 1 foot of snow with 6 other guys in a Muzzleloading Club, a rabbit jumped out & ran, everyone fired but me, the rabbit was about 150 yds. running across my field of view, i raised my custom made .54 cal. Hawken MUZZLE LOADING FLINTLOCK Rifle & fired, the cloud of smoke blurred my vision for a bit, but the howl from those other 6 told me somthing, one of the guys stepped off the distance, it was 212 paces to the dead rabbit, hit it square in the front shoulder....!!!

surprized me all to hell & back, but i hid my excitement & just shrugged it off as damn good shootin.......!!

another was when i split a ball at 25 yd. on an axe blade & broke two clay targets......., with my flintlock pistol..., UPSIDE DOWN !!!!!!!!

[StuporDave]

Not an amazing shot by far, but definately my all-time favorite shot.

Had a freind years back that was really good at a lot of things, knew he was, and liked to tell you about it. Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy, just likes himself a lot.

I went with him to look at a used lever action 30\30 he wanted to buy. We took it out to test fire it. There was a glass beer bottle in the grass about 50 yards out. My freind took three shots at it and didn't hit within two feet of the bottle. He said "there must be something wrong with this damn thing" and handed it to me. I took one shot and the bottle disappeared. I said "nothing wrong with the gun....."

The look on his face if one of my favorite memories.:D

Dave

[Keith]

Down at the range with my (then) brand new Kimber. A couple of other guys are there zeroing in deer rifles at 100 yards.
Anyway, they had a couple of targets up and one of them had not been shot at and was free of bullet holes. We got to talking about my Kimber, (which was a new thing then) and perhaps I bragged a bit about the accuracy... and somehow I found myself dared to shoot at their clean 100 yard target.
Oops!
Well, I hiked up the gun, held about a foot or two high and let one go... And the guy on the spooting scope began to swear and sure enough, there was a hole not an inch from the tiny diamond "bull"!
And they left - probably to get to the gun store and order up a couple of Kimbers... And I looked through my binocs and was surprised to note the hole was now in a completely different part of the target - and moving as I watched. It was a fly.

Keith

[Ant Mod]

I bought a Star BM 9mm the other day and took my freind along to purchase it. His idea of having a good time is going to shop for Lugz or Ralp Lauren clothes. He hates it when I want to go to Home Depot or the gun store. As a favor I let him shoot my new gun first. We drive out to the local shooting area and set up an old book I had in the Jeep about 25 yards out. He then proceeds to go through 2 magazines without ever hitting the book. I say "come on its not that hard." He says "this thing is a POS, you do it then." A take the gun, and fire opne shot and the book goes flying. He goes, gets the book, and comes back and just shows it to me with a stunned look on his face. I had shot the horse on the cover right thourgh the head. I didnt even try to just pure luck.

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[natedog]

My hunting buddy, Jose, and I were croutched in tall on a dirt berm bordering a canal. We were dove hunting. I had my 20 ga. Winchester Model 12 and he had a 12 ga. bereatta auto. We watched a bird from a long ways away coming toward us. "Wait for it....Wait for it.......NOW"! We both open up on it. It had flown to within a distance of 10 feew when we shot, and it kept flying and hit me in the face! It was dead before it hit the ground....Not really a lucky shot but a cool one. Another I was standing at the truck unloading my gun waiting to go, and Jose yells "Look behind you!" I turn, shoulder my gun, and fire at a dove about 15 feet straight above me. Hit 'em clean.

[Art Eatman]

My luckiest shot was with a bow. Way back in the dark ages, a buddy and I got into the "Indian thing" and made our own bows and arrows and ran around the pasture playing Real Injun.

I jumped a jackrabbit, and took a shot. By the time I actually released, he was over 50 yards out and hauling tail. I could tell the basketball-like trajectory was close for distance, but off a couple or three feet for alignment.

Pore idjit rabbit zigged when he should have zagged and the arrow center-punched him between the shoulder blades.

I think that's when I started believing that "luck'll beat skill, any day."

:), Art

[powderific]

My Luckiest shot was with my Webly Tempest pellet pistol. My friend was trying out his Mosin on one of those targets that has 3 rows of 3 little round targets taped to a piece of plywood. He was taking a break for whatever reason, so I cocked my pellet pistol and aimed high over the taget and let fly. A moment later we both heard "whack!" We both laughed and went down to see where it had hit. At first we couldn't see it because the pellet had had nowhere near the velocity to puch through the plywood, but on closer inspection we found a circular dent in the paper where the pellet had hit. It was perfectly centered on the bullseye of the centermost target.

[Kodiak]

Late one evening very near nightfall on a hot Kansas summer evening my father and I are coming home from driving tractors all day. We had been having trouble with rabbits in the garden and so we were on the watch for rabbits. Sure enough, we spot one that appears to be eating some plants. Dad quickly goes and gets an ancient octogonal barrel 22lr we had. He proceeds to try to shoot the rabbit at maybe fifty feet. I'm watching the rabbit so we can track the rabbit down if he misses. The dirt right behind the rabbit puffs but the rabbit doesn't move. We're both surprised that the rabbit doesn't move. Dad says, "I must have missed and it's too scared to move." He tries again. Same thing. He tries seven or eight times to hit that rabbit with exactly the same outcome. We're both absolutely sure now that this rabbit has been blessed by God. So, we start walking up to the rabbit to at least spook it off. When we get within about ten feet or so we find out why it didn't move. It wasn't a rabbit, it was a few large clods of dirt arranged just right so that it looked 'exactly' like a rabbit from greater then ten feet. Dad had hit the 'rabbit' with every one of his shots. To this day whenever I pick up a 22 I can't help but chuckle as I remember the invincible rabbit.

[4570Rick]

1974 Cyote hunting in the mojav. I was driving my 4x4 smack in the middle of nowhere. I saw a jack freeze in my lights (about 10:00pm) so I stoped, got my Rugar Blackhawk, leaned out the side window just as the wabbit turned and ran. I squeezed off a round at the hind end as it ran. Turned it inside out with no apperant entry wound. Seemed to have hemorrhoids tho.:D