Remington788
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T/C Contender in .223
Coyote on the trot at 125 yards
One shot, free hand
Coyote DRT
Should have never traded that gun
Coyote on the trot at 125 yards
One shot, free hand
Coyote DRT
Should have never traded that gun
The best or "luckiest" shot you've ever made
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Turkey Creek
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Never been fortunate enough to come close to any of the other stories in this thread, but I did make a 7-10 split in bowling once-
entropy
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My best friend is color blind, and sees grouse in the woods as though they are blaze orange. He is also an excellent shot, having worked at a trap range, and gone to the Olympic Shooting Camp in Colo. ( He went about two years before this happened, many moons ago now! ) So it was more like harvesting grouse, almost boring. To make it a liitle more sporting, I carried my Colt Trooper MkIII with .38 Spls. in it. He'd spot a grouse, I'd 'scare it up' with my Colt, and he'd hopefully have a more challengeing shot. That was the plan. We spotted a grouse, I pulled out the Trooper, saw the grouse 'dip' (get ready to fly) , pooped the POA up about 3 feet, and fired. The grouse dropped to the ground, it's neck broke. I blew the smoke from the barrel, alá Hoppy or Roy Rogers, and reholstered. After he got over looking like this, 
, he said 'remind me not to get in a pistol fight with you.' I also thought I heard him mutter, "lucky sob....
) So it was more like harvesting grouse, almost boring. To make it a liitle more sporting, I carried my Colt Trooper MkIII with .38 Spls. in it. He'd spot a grouse, I'd 'scare it up' with my Colt, and he'd hopefully have a more challengeing shot. That was the plan. We spotted a grouse, I pulled out the Trooper, saw the grouse 'dip' (get ready to fly) , pooped the POA up about 3 feet, and fired. The grouse dropped to the ground, it's neck broke. I blew the smoke from the barrel, alá Hoppy or Roy Rogers, and reholstered. After he got over looking like this, , he said 'remind me not to get in a pistol fight with you.' I also thought I heard him mutter, "lucky sob....RTFM
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U.S.Army Ft. Jackson SC. (Tank Hill!!)
M203 grenade launcher training. You recieve 2 rounds, 1) Orange paint to see how it trajects, 1) HE round.
There is an M113 APC about 100Yards down range, you are suppose to hit the APC with paint then wen told to do so, the HE "by the numbers".
I shot the paint round and fell about 50-60' short. The instructor says "prepair for the LIVE ROUND I will count by the numbers"
1) Open launcher tube" (mine is stuck)
2) Expell spent pratice round" (Nope still jammed shut)
3) Insert HIGH EXPLOSIVE ROUND" (Not budging... OH CRAP!!!)
4) Colse launch tube" (WAIT it's moving slightly)
5) PREPAIR TO FIRE!" (IT'S FREE!!!!! Oh happy day!!!)
6) FIRE!" (I slap open the tube, drop the spent round, load and close on the HE round and fire from the hip...)
Just as I bring my weapon to the ready position (where you are told to be after firing...) I and the DI watch my HE round enter the top hatch on the 113 and explode INSIDE the M-113.
He looks me dead in the eye and says "fine shooting son, you listened well"
M203 grenade launcher training. You recieve 2 rounds, 1) Orange paint to see how it trajects, 1) HE round.
There is an M113 APC about 100Yards down range, you are suppose to hit the APC with paint then wen told to do so, the HE "by the numbers".
I shot the paint round and fell about 50-60' short. The instructor says "prepair for the LIVE ROUND I will count by the numbers"
1) Open launcher tube" (mine is stuck)
2) Expell spent pratice round" (Nope still jammed shut)
3) Insert HIGH EXPLOSIVE ROUND" (Not budging... OH CRAP!!!)
4) Colse launch tube" (WAIT it's moving slightly)
5) PREPAIR TO FIRE!" (IT'S FREE!!!!! Oh happy day!!!)
6) FIRE!" (I slap open the tube, drop the spent round, load and close on the HE round and fire from the hip...)
Just as I bring my weapon to the ready position (where you are told to be after firing...) I and the DI watch my HE round enter the top hatch on the 113 and explode INSIDE the M-113.
He looks me dead in the eye and says "fine shooting son, you listened well"
DarthBubba
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The best shot ever was a nice white tail buck 300+ yards shot just below the head in the brain stem with my mighty 7mm mag.
The luckiest shot ever was with my Winchester mod. 12 shotgun dropped 4 blue quail with one shot due to my expert skills LOL just kidding it was all luck and the fact I had a scatter spreader on the power pack choke and a good dog.
DarthBubba
The luckiest shot ever was with my Winchester mod. 12 shotgun dropped 4 blue quail with one shot due to my expert skills LOL just kidding it was all luck and the fact I had a scatter spreader on the power pack choke and a good dog.
DarthBubba
I was plinking at an informal range wih my Daewoo K2 one time, shooting at pop cans and such. A couple of guys showed up and started throwing clays and shooting at them with a shotgun of some kind. When they ran out of ammo they still had some clays left over, and asked if I wanted to try my hand. I said sure, and for kicks kept my Daewoo rather than use their offered shotgun (the range was in a steep valley, and I could shoot at a clay safely). The guy with the thrower heaved one for me, and I swung my rifle up and nailed it with a single shot. I declined to try for a second one.
CAS700850
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Shooting with my father and some of his buddies when I was 18. Dad bragging that I'm a good shot. Bets are made. Dad puts a lit cigarette on a nail on the target post. I'm about 10 yards away. Dad says "hit it here" pointing to the lit end. Everyone laughs. I have my great-grandfather's Marlin 39. Rack a round, bring it up. Work the breathing. Squeeze. Bang. Lit portion blown off the cigarette. Filter and half the cigarette still there. Looking around, no one finds the burning end, so everyone concludes I hit the burning part dead on.
I'd call it skill, but it was lucky...
I'd call it skill, but it was lucky...
HighVelocity
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My luckiest shot ever was not with a firearm.
In the early 80's I was turning wrenches at a now defunct Buick dealer west of Houston.
We had a serious problem with stray cats. The shop was in the country and the cats were everywhere. They'd get in your car (or customers cars) if you left the window down and relieve themselfs on the seat. A serious nuisance.
One day another mechanic and I were standing behind the shot bs'ing about something when I see a pretty good size tomcat lurking in the weeds across the dirt road that ran between the shop and the highway.
I looked down and saw a spark plug on the ground. Picked it up, hurled it as hard as I could at the cat.
There was a WHACK sound and the cat launched straight into the air about 4 ft. When it hit the ground it was dead.
The spark plug was burried in it's skull. I felt bad because I didn't even expect to hit it. Of course my buddy starts whooping it up and everyone else in the shop pours out the back door to see what happened. From that day on I was referred to as the cat killer buy all the women at the dealership.
In the early 80's I was turning wrenches at a now defunct Buick dealer west of Houston.
We had a serious problem with stray cats. The shop was in the country and the cats were everywhere. They'd get in your car (or customers cars) if you left the window down and relieve themselfs on the seat. A serious nuisance.
One day another mechanic and I were standing behind the shot bs'ing about something when I see a pretty good size tomcat lurking in the weeds across the dirt road that ran between the shop and the highway.
I looked down and saw a spark plug on the ground. Picked it up, hurled it as hard as I could at the cat.
There was a WHACK sound and the cat launched straight into the air about 4 ft. When it hit the ground it was dead.
The spark plug was burried in it's skull. I felt bad because I didn't even expect to hit it. Of course my buddy starts whooping it up and everyone else in the shop pours out the back door to see what happened. From that day on I was referred to as the cat killer buy all the women at the dealership.
mountain_cowboy
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So, this one time I was up in my treehouse playing, and I had to pee really bad. As I was unzipping, I saw the neighborhood bully walking down the sidewalk right next to the tree that my treehouse was in... 
OK, I'm just kidding.
OK, I'm just kidding.Ryder
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It ain't rocket science
One can amaze one's self so many times as to suppose (to one's self) that it's probably not luck. Wouldn't it be easier to recall the unluckiest shot's we've ever made? I mean, guns just do what ya tell em to, don't they?
"No brag, just fact" - (Walter Brennan)
One can amaze one's self so many times as to suppose (to one's self) that it's probably not luck. Wouldn't it be easier to recall the unluckiest shot's we've ever made? I mean, guns just do what ya tell em to, don't they?
"No brag, just fact" - (Walter Brennan)
El Tejon
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Crow in the head with a .220 Swift at 300 yards from a modified sitting.
Don't ask me to repeat it.
Don't ask me to repeat it.
Split a .223 case EXACTLY in 1/2 with a .22lr at 100 yards. the case was still somewhat in tact, but probably a thousanth on each side of the case was holding it together. I still have the case. I tired numerious times after that to repeat the shot. Cannot do it again even at closer ranges.
scout26
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Lucky shot #1:
Buddy hung some clays up on nails at the 100 yd range and proceeds to miss them all with his brand new Henry Golden Boy (with professionaly installed optics). I'm at the 25 yard range with my 1911 banging away. I walk over to see how's he doing as I'm reloading magazines.
Him:
.....Rifle.... .....Scope......
Me: Hmmmm.......
Walk back, grab 1911, load magazine, rack the slide. Super elevate above a clay, gently squeeze the trigger and watch the clay (two over from the I'm aiming above ) just vaporize.
Him:
Lucky Shot #2:
three Sunday's ago, my 11 year old Daughter is trying skeet for the first time, with her Mossy 500 pump. My 4 year old son is on the buttons as the trapper.
At Station 3, I get the double with one shot. (First time I've ever done it)
Son: THAT WAS COOL DAD !!!! DO IT AGAIN !!!!!
Daughter: Okay dad, you gonna show off or teach me how to shoot skeet ????
Best Shot #3:
Last year, deer seaon. Around 1:30, Deedalee boopin' down the trail, looking at the trees and surroundings, not looking for deer, but just enjoying being out in nature, not even trying to be quiet. Might have even been humming or softly singing. (badly and offkey) Heading back to camp after being in the stand all morning, gonna grab some quick chow, refill the canteen and go to the stand I setup near a food plot to hunt in the afternoon. Still have both tags as I hadn't seen a deer all day.
Suddenly notice a nice size doe bust out of some brush up the hill. Raise my shotgun, and grunt, she stops and looks downhill at me.
Center my crosshairs right on her boileroom. I grunt again.
She looks down at me and then looks behind her.
I open my non-shooting eye.......quickly re-aim, grunt and squeeze the trigger. 85 yards, uphill, off-hand. He made it 30 more yard uphill before he dropped for good.
Yep, I got the Big Deer trophy at camp last year.
Buddy hung some clays up on nails at the 100 yd range and proceeds to miss them all with his brand new Henry Golden Boy (with professionaly installed optics). I'm at the 25 yard range with my 1911 banging away. I walk over to see how's he doing as I'm reloading magazines.
Him:
.....Rifle.... .....Scope...... Me: Hmmmm.......
Walk back, grab 1911, load magazine, rack the slide. Super elevate above a clay, gently squeeze the trigger and watch the clay (two over from the I'm aiming above
) just vaporize.Him:
Lucky Shot #2:
three Sunday's ago, my 11 year old Daughter is trying skeet for the first time, with her Mossy 500 pump. My 4 year old son is on the buttons as the trapper.
At Station 3, I get the double with one shot. (First time I've ever done it)
Son: THAT WAS COOL DAD !!!! DO IT AGAIN !!!!!
Daughter: Okay dad, you gonna show off or teach me how to shoot skeet ????
Best Shot #3:
Last year, deer seaon. Around 1:30, Deedalee boopin' down the trail, looking at the trees and surroundings, not looking for deer, but just enjoying being out in nature, not even trying to be quiet. Might have even been humming or softly singing. (badly and offkey) Heading back to camp after being in the stand all morning, gonna grab some quick chow, refill the canteen and go to the stand I setup near a food plot to hunt in the afternoon. Still have both tags as I hadn't seen a deer all day.
Suddenly notice a nice size doe bust out of some brush up the hill. Raise my shotgun, and grunt, she stops and looks downhill at me.
Center my crosshairs right on her boileroom. I grunt again.
She looks down at me and then looks behind her.
I open my non-shooting eye.......quickly re-aim, grunt and squeeze the trigger. 85 yards, uphill, off-hand. He made it 30 more yard uphill before he dropped for good.
Yep, I got the Big Deer trophy at camp last year.
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RevDisk
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My Schutzenschnur qualification with the Bundeswehr.
Pistol and rifle qual, no problem.
Then, the MG qualification. Lemme explain the MG qualification.
The MG-3 has a cyclic rate of 1200 rpm, roughly 20 rounds per second. You are issued 15 rounds. The target looks like a farm landscape, full colour. Keep in mind, that 15 rounds is a .75 second burst. There are small black silhouettes with a 4 cm and 10 cm circle around them. You have to make the 15 rounds last for at least 3 bursts by hitting 3 different targets.
Simple, right? I'm a trained soldier! I'm damn good with ANY weapon! Yep, even with a WWII era German machinegun that I've NEVER fired before. (Uh, I was attempting to lie to myself, hoping I could fool myself into believing it. Didn't work so well.)
Ok. The ammo clerk hands me my rounds. They had clerks for every function you could imagine. And a booklet to record every single time you shot, and how many rounds, how many hits/misses, etc. They put my social number on my 'papers', which was kinda creepy. Not as creepy as Gunther. Gunther was a 6'4 or 6'5 massive black Bundeswehr soldier who had an incredibly deep and scary voice. He could say "Hello, how are you?" and it'd naturally sound like he wanted to kill you. Hearing him say "Papers!" (yea, in German accented English) was VERY unnerving.
Ok, enough about Gunther. Concentrate on shooting. Yea... They point me up to the first firing position. The firing instructor turns out to be an incredibly attractive young female soldier. Mind you, I've been deployed for about eight or nine months at this point. Dirty Germans! They set me up! Why couldn't they have been merciful and just have Gunther beat the tar out of me with a lead pipe?
Of course, they're all snickering and giving me thumbs up. "Sehr einfach, eh?" To which I very diplomatically replied "Gehen sie auf Teufel!" as I choke down the urge to repeat WWII.
So I try to concentrate. The young lady explains how to load the MG and everything else. I nod a lot, and keep staring at the MG. Stare at MG, stare at... AT THE MG, DANG IT, AT THE MG! I load the MG with the belt, fire short 3 rd burst, then... the dirt smacks me in the face and suddenly something is wiggling on top of me doing something to the MG. Reality smacks me in the face harder than the ground did. She finishes doing whatever to the weapon, and then says "Ok. Shoot."
"Ein moment, bitte..." Again, realize how long I had been deployed.
I take my moment. Breath in. And somehow zoned out everything. Not sure how, but it seemed like time slowed down. I could almost see the bullets in travel as I pegged four more targets on that damn landscape, firing single rounds at a time. No idea how the heck I managed it. Honestly don't. As it'd require pulling the trigger for .0008 seconds per round, which I don't think is possible.
After I fired the last round, I walked off the range and smoked about half a pack.
Still have my Schutzenschnur badge and certificate on the wall.
Pistol and rifle qual, no problem.
Then, the MG qualification. Lemme explain the MG qualification.
The MG-3 has a cyclic rate of 1200 rpm, roughly 20 rounds per second. You are issued 15 rounds. The target looks like a farm landscape, full colour. Keep in mind, that 15 rounds is a .75 second burst. There are small black silhouettes with a 4 cm and 10 cm circle around them. You have to make the 15 rounds last for at least 3 bursts by hitting 3 different targets.
Simple, right? I'm a trained soldier! I'm damn good with ANY weapon! Yep, even with a WWII era German machinegun that I've NEVER fired before. (Uh, I was attempting to lie to myself, hoping I could fool myself into believing it. Didn't work so well.)
Ok. The ammo clerk hands me my rounds. They had clerks for every function you could imagine. And a booklet to record every single time you shot, and how many rounds, how many hits/misses, etc. They put my social number on my 'papers', which was kinda creepy. Not as creepy as Gunther. Gunther was a 6'4 or 6'5 massive black Bundeswehr soldier who had an incredibly deep and scary voice. He could say "Hello, how are you?" and it'd naturally sound like he wanted to kill you. Hearing him say "Papers!" (yea, in German accented English) was VERY unnerving.
Ok, enough about Gunther. Concentrate on shooting. Yea... They point me up to the first firing position. The firing instructor turns out to be an incredibly attractive young female soldier. Mind you, I've been deployed for about eight or nine months at this point. Dirty Germans! They set me up! Why couldn't they have been merciful and just have Gunther beat the tar out of me with a lead pipe?
Of course, they're all snickering and giving me thumbs up. "Sehr einfach, eh?" To which I very diplomatically replied "Gehen sie auf Teufel!" as I choke down the urge to repeat WWII.
So I try to concentrate. The young lady explains how to load the MG and everything else. I nod a lot, and keep staring at the MG. Stare at MG, stare at... AT THE MG, DANG IT, AT THE MG! I load the MG with the belt, fire short 3 rd burst, then... the dirt smacks me in the face and suddenly something is wiggling on top of me doing something to the MG. Reality smacks me in the face harder than the ground did. She finishes doing whatever to the weapon, and then says "Ok. Shoot."
"Ein moment, bitte..." Again, realize how long I had been deployed.
I take my moment. Breath in. And somehow zoned out everything. Not sure how, but it seemed like time slowed down. I could almost see the bullets in travel as I pegged four more targets on that damn landscape, firing single rounds at a time. No idea how the heck I managed it. Honestly don't. As it'd require pulling the trigger for .0008 seconds per round, which I don't think is possible.
After I fired the last round, I walked off the range and smoked about half a pack.
Still have my Schutzenschnur badge and certificate on the wall.
TxCajun
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Many years ago, on a bumpy, washboad, shell road that ran through a pasture in S Louisiana, I leaned out of the window with a Charter arms snubby 38 and took the head off of a quail running in front of the truck.
Silent-Snail
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Jessie H I hit a fly with a squirt gun too except mine was flying at the time.
GregGry
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I hit inside a 10 ring, at 20+ yards without my glasses. I couldn't even see the sights properly to line up the shot . That will never happen again
. That will never happen again 
NickEllis
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First and Best
First roughed grouse I ever shot, up in North Woods of Wisconsin, had one flush behind the spruces. Saw a flash of wings on the flush, and then it hit the spruce stand. I shot fight pattern, knocked down a two inch sapling on the way, and walked over to find the English Setter mouthing it. I was 18, and that was the beginning of my grouse addiction.
First roughed grouse I ever shot, up in North Woods of Wisconsin, had one flush behind the spruces. Saw a flash of wings on the flush, and then it hit the spruce stand. I shot fight pattern, knocked down a two inch sapling on the way, and walked over to find the English Setter mouthing it. I was 18, and that was the beginning of my grouse addiction.
Byron Quick
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Prone position with a Marlin 336 chambered in .35 Remington. Weaver 4X scope. Placed a red thumbtack in the precise center of the bullseye. One shot. Hit the thumbtack dead center. Not half on the tack and half on...exactly on top of it. A measured 150 yards. Once again...don't ask me to repeat it.
Not a particularly difficult shot but this one has stayed in my memory. I shot a deer in the spine at 250 yards with a .300 Win Mag. What makes it stand out is that I never lost sight of the deer in the scope throughout the recoil of the shot.
Just before dark one night, I looked out the back of my stand at a small food plot about two hundred yards away. Was that a darker blotch in the plot? I put my scope on it and sure enough; there were two does browsing. Only one problem: there was a canopy of vines between me and the deer. I could see the deer but with all the vine leaves being out of focus between the scope and the deer; I couldn't get a good sight picture. I looked this way and that way. No good. Finally, I stood on top on the five gallon bucket that I was sitting on. I still couldn't see. So I tried standing on tip toe. Eureka! A good sight picture! Squeezed off the round on tip toes and so close to full dark that you couldn't even see a dark blotch on the food plot without optics. By itself, it was not a particularly difficult shot. But add the vines, the low light, and the position all together and it became memorable.
Not a particularly difficult shot but this one has stayed in my memory. I shot a deer in the spine at 250 yards with a .300 Win Mag. What makes it stand out is that I never lost sight of the deer in the scope throughout the recoil of the shot.
Just before dark one night, I looked out the back of my stand at a small food plot about two hundred yards away. Was that a darker blotch in the plot? I put my scope on it and sure enough; there were two does browsing. Only one problem: there was a canopy of vines between me and the deer. I could see the deer but with all the vine leaves being out of focus between the scope and the deer; I couldn't get a good sight picture. I looked this way and that way. No good. Finally, I stood on top on the five gallon bucket that I was sitting on. I still couldn't see. So I tried standing on tip toe. Eureka! A good sight picture! Squeezed off the round on tip toes and so close to full dark that you couldn't even see a dark blotch on the food plot without optics. By itself, it was not a particularly difficult shot. But add the vines, the low light, and the position all together and it became memorable.
Rickstir
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One I remember was a dobule on doves. They flew left to right with one about two feet in front of the first. They were about 30 yards out. I swung my Browning Sweet Sixteen and just like Sgt. York said, shot the last one then the first one, never broke the swing of the gun, just a plain old double tap. I turned and looked at my brother, who saw the whole thing, and just winked. Took him about five mins. to close his mouth!
TimH
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When I was a kid my nieghbor & me were shooting our bb guns. There a cloths line about 50-75 feet away. I said watch this I gonna shoot a clothspin off the line. There was only a few pins on the line and no cloths attached. I pulled up my gun and took a shot without aiming & knocked a clothspin off. Obviously pure luck...but I was proud as a peacock
RavenVT100
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I found out my wife was pregnant and it turned out to be a damned handsome boy.
scott5
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During a deer hunt years ago, my brother with a barrowed 7 mm Rem Mag using iron sight shot a running deer at about 200 yards.
One bullet fragment hit the spine at the base of the neck, another one hit the heart, and another one went though both lungs.
We would take our deer guns rabbit hunting just for fun and my brother using a Rem. 788 6MM could shoot the head off a running jackrabbit at 150 yards.
Using that same Rem 788 I shot a running cottontail in the head at 25 yards.
I couldn't figure out why the rabbit was bouncing about 4 feet in the air until I got to it
I had hit in the back of the skull and the only thing left of was a small patch of hair with the ears still intack and they were just connected to the body by the spinal cord.
Have you guys ever done the rifle over the sholder with the mirror trick?
I was shooting my BB gun in the garage on day at about 7 steps and I went and got a mirror, turned my back to the target, put the gun over my shoulder, held up the mirror and watched the sights go zipping around the bullseye, pulled the trigger and saw a hole apear right in the center of the bull that I couldn't do facing the target.
One bullet fragment hit the spine at the base of the neck, another one hit the heart, and another one went though both lungs.
We would take our deer guns rabbit hunting just for fun and my brother using a Rem. 788 6MM could shoot the head off a running jackrabbit at 150 yards.
Using that same Rem 788 I shot a running cottontail in the head at 25 yards.
I couldn't figure out why the rabbit was bouncing about 4 feet in the air until I got to it
I had hit in the back of the skull and the only thing left of was a small patch of hair with the ears still intack and they were just connected to the body by the spinal cord.
Have you guys ever done the rifle over the sholder with the mirror trick?
I was shooting my BB gun in the garage on day at about 7 steps and I went and got a mirror, turned my back to the target, put the gun over my shoulder, held up the mirror and watched the sights go zipping around the bullseye, pulled the trigger and saw a hole apear right in the center of the bull that I couldn't do facing the target.
wingnutx
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I was a-gunner not the trigger man, but we shot a bird out of the air with an M-60 while qualifying.
No way could I do that on purpose.
No way could I do that on purpose.
Dave Dembinski
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My brother-in-law and his dad had taken me and my dad out shooting for Father's Day, at one of the un-supervised ranges in PA. His dad had brought his M1 Garand, and I'd lugged along my stable-full of crap from Ohio. Most of the day was spent happily plinking, teaching my sister and father how to shoot, good times. Sister, of course, turned out to be a crack shot and easily puts me to shame.
Then, Andrew (BIL) found a potato someone had left lying around, and stuck it out on the target holder at the 100-yard line. Dude must have fired 20 rounds of 30-06 at that little spud, with his dad spotting through a little 4x Weaver rimfire scope I'd brought but hadn't mounted, and wasn't able to touch it. I sat down next to him and asked if he minded if I took a shot at it. Adjusted the blade sight on my CZ 452 to 100 yards, pulled it up to my shoulder, and popped that tuber with my 1st shot! Really surprised me, too, since I hadn't tried that rifle at further than 50 yards, yet.
Incidentally, a subsonic HP .22LR doesn't do much to a veggie at 100 yards. At 25, though . . .
Then, Andrew (BIL) found a potato someone had left lying around, and stuck it out on the target holder at the 100-yard line. Dude must have fired 20 rounds of 30-06 at that little spud, with his dad spotting through a little 4x Weaver rimfire scope I'd brought but hadn't mounted, and wasn't able to touch it. I sat down next to him and asked if he minded if I took a shot at it. Adjusted the blade sight on my CZ 452 to 100 yards, pulled it up to my shoulder, and popped that tuber with my 1st shot! Really surprised me, too, since I hadn't tried that rifle at further than 50 yards, yet.
Incidentally, a subsonic HP .22LR doesn't do much to a veggie at 100 yards. At 25, though . . .
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