We've all had 'em. You decide to "go for it" and take the shot..........and low and behold.........you HIT the mark!
Back in the day, I was out varmint hunting with some buddies from High school out in the open desert. We had only bagged a jack rabbit and a dove after several hours of aimless wandering and shootin' and decided to sit down for a lunch break.
One guy had just finished eating an apple and was about to toss the core to the ground. I was sitting on a big rock with a semi-auto .22 rifle by my side and I said to him, just before he dropped the core to the ground: Hey John, heave that apple core into the air and I will blow it out of the sky with a "hip shot"............... Yeah Right!
Well, he hurled that apple core way up high, into the desert air. I put my hand on the stock of the .22 by my side, released the safety and from a seated position, raised the muzzle skyward at hip level and fired one shot!.................You guessed it. That apple core, that was about twenty feet above and one hundred feet beyond me, exploded as my .22 slug "nailed it" dead center!
I was stunned that I had hit it, but just as quickly, acted like it was "no big surprise" so that I would not let on that I had just been incredibly lucky.
One buddy said: If that wasn't luck...let's see it again! I told him that I didn't want to show off with a repeat exhibition.........like I could !
Got a "Luck Shot" story from your shootin' past? Tell us
Back in the day, I was out varmint hunting with some buddies from High school out in the open desert. We had only bagged a jack rabbit and a dove after several hours of aimless wandering and shootin' and decided to sit down for a lunch break.
One guy had just finished eating an apple and was about to toss the core to the ground. I was sitting on a big rock with a semi-auto .22 rifle by my side and I said to him, just before he dropped the core to the ground: Hey John, heave that apple core into the air and I will blow it out of the sky with a "hip shot"............... Yeah Right!
Well, he hurled that apple core way up high, into the desert air. I put my hand on the stock of the .22 by my side, released the safety and from a seated position, raised the muzzle skyward at hip level and fired one shot!.................You guessed it. That apple core, that was about twenty feet above and one hundred feet beyond me, exploded as my .22 slug "nailed it" dead center!
I was stunned that I had hit it, but just as quickly, acted like it was "no big surprise" so that I would not let on that I had just been incredibly lucky.
One buddy said: If that wasn't luck...let's see it again! I told him that I didn't want to show off with a repeat exhibition.........like I could !
Got a "Luck Shot" story from your shootin' past? Tell us
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