Most UNimpessive shot you witnessed
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.308 Norma
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My wife and I had been sitting on top of a ridge during deer season one afternoon. Just before sundown, we decided to head on back to camp before we got caught out after dark on the steep, brushy side-hill we knew we would have negotiate on our way.
It was pretty rough going, and when we were about half-way down, we came into a small clearing where we could sit and watch the other side of the canyon. So we took a break.
No more than 2 minutes later, we both heard the unmistakable sound a mule deer makes as he’s trying to sneak through heavy brush. I first saw a huge set of antlers above the brush, coming uphill, about 20 yards below where my wife and I were sitting. He was coming right into us.
I found his head in the scope on my 30-06, put the crosshairs right between his eyes, and squeezed the trigger. The buck stopped, and started to turn away from us. A moment later my wife’s 243 barked beside me. The 6X7 mule deer buck went down kicking, just as the little, not over an inch in diameter, quaking aspen about 2 feet in front of my rifle’s muzzle, tipped over.
My wife had placed a 243 bullet right behind that buck’s ear. I’d killed a quaking aspen.
I did get a forked horned buck later on that season, and he was a lot better eating than that monster my wife shot. But she still calls me a “quaky shooter” every once in a while.
It was pretty rough going, and when we were about half-way down, we came into a small clearing where we could sit and watch the other side of the canyon. So we took a break.
No more than 2 minutes later, we both heard the unmistakable sound a mule deer makes as he’s trying to sneak through heavy brush. I first saw a huge set of antlers above the brush, coming uphill, about 20 yards below where my wife and I were sitting. He was coming right into us.
I found his head in the scope on my 30-06, put the crosshairs right between his eyes, and squeezed the trigger. The buck stopped, and started to turn away from us. A moment later my wife’s 243 barked beside me. The 6X7 mule deer buck went down kicking, just as the little, not over an inch in diameter, quaking aspen about 2 feet in front of my rifle’s muzzle, tipped over.
My wife had placed a 243 bullet right behind that buck’s ear. I’d killed a quaking aspen.
I did get a forked horned buck later on that season, and he was a lot better eating than that monster my wife shot. But she still calls me a “quaky shooter” every once in a while.
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LOL! Good one. Your screen name could have been AspenKiller, or Recoil Logger.
1911 guy
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Similar to Jeepnik, I remember shooting the pop-up targets with an M16. A buddy runs out of ammo, but targets are still coming up. The RO informs him only shots on his target will be scored.
alexander45
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Back when my step dad first came to Az. shooters world still had full autos for rent, he rented a m16 stepped up to the line and climbed a full magazine through every light in his lane. The RO very politely asked him for the rifle and to leave.
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I shot at a doe at 30 yards with my .50 Hawken and missed. (sort of.) I was so flustered I missed the one behind her with the 1100 I grabbed off my back. Turns out the front sight of the Hawken had been knocked loose from sitting in the back of my truck in a gun sock. I did just tick her on the front of the chest, she bled a bit, I tracked her until dusk, then went back the next morning and found where she bedded down. Must have clotted up good overnight, no blood trail leading away, she got onto a game trail and I lost the track.
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.308 Norma said:
I did get a forked horned buck later on that season, and he was a lot better eating than that monster my wife shot.[/QUOTE]
....and both deer tasted better than the aspen!
I did get a forked horned buck later on that season, and he was a lot better eating than that monster my wife shot.[/QUOTE]
....and both deer tasted better than the aspen!
In the 70s when I was working as a crime reporter the police dispatcher assigned a patrol car to go to a convenience store late one night because the clerk was afraid a guy loitering outside was preparing to rob him. A detective unit came on and said they would surveil the place and to have the black and white hold off. I drifted over that way and parked in the dark a few houses from the store, across the intersection from the detectives who waved. Sure enough a guy was hanging around the store in a pretty suspicious manner.
A few minutes later a car pulled in and a policeman I knew well got out in uniform and walked inside. He had just finished his evening shift and was unaware of the situation there. The clerk of course assumed he had responded to his call and after a brief explanation the officer said he would go check the guy, unaware that we were watching from about 60 yards away. As he approached the guy, the would be robber reached into his rear waistband and drew a long barreled revolver and brought it up virtually into the officer's face. He drew and we heard two shots and the robber fell backwards as we accelerated down the block and jumped out.
After the smoke cleared, a) the robber died about four minutes later with a ten-ring hole in his chest, b) the officer felt himself all over and finally decided he was not shot after all, c) we walked it off and found that his second shot had probably gone right over the hood of my car, and d) what made it a very bad shoot on the robber's part, when we collected the old .22 nine shot revolver we found it has one round in the cylinder in a position where he would have had to pull the trigger 10 times to get it to fire. Thus was another no-brain felon removed from the gene pool.
A few minutes later a car pulled in and a policeman I knew well got out in uniform and walked inside. He had just finished his evening shift and was unaware of the situation there. The clerk of course assumed he had responded to his call and after a brief explanation the officer said he would go check the guy, unaware that we were watching from about 60 yards away. As he approached the guy, the would be robber reached into his rear waistband and drew a long barreled revolver and brought it up virtually into the officer's face. He drew and we heard two shots and the robber fell backwards as we accelerated down the block and jumped out.
After the smoke cleared, a) the robber died about four minutes later with a ten-ring hole in his chest, b) the officer felt himself all over and finally decided he was not shot after all, c) we walked it off and found that his second shot had probably gone right over the hood of my car, and d) what made it a very bad shoot on the robber's part, when we collected the old .22 nine shot revolver we found it has one round in the cylinder in a position where he would have had to pull the trigger 10 times to get it to fire. Thus was another no-brain felon removed from the gene pool.
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Over 50 years ago I traded into my 1 st .22 rifle. I could hit anything with that marlin. Out in the woods someone hammered 5 or 6 16penny nails into a pine tree in sort of a semi-circle. I attached a playing card on the center and shot it from maybe 10 yds. Bullet hit the card dead center and spun somehow 180 degrees and hit my right tricep with enough force to bruise/black and blue me good. Important firearm lesson #1. Joe
.308 Norma
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Yes sir, a hard learned lesson, but I'll bet you won't forget it.
I did almost the same thing once. I tacked a sheet of paper to a large tree trunk, backed off about 15 feet and fired a homemade 44 Mag shotshell at the paper to check the pattern. Those #8 pellets bouncing back peppered me real good. Luckily, I was wearing a pair of heavy-duty safety glasses from work, or I'd have probably lost at least one eye.
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I may have to recant my previous story, as @pharmer's triggered a memory.
We have all seen "A Christmas Story"(I hope), where Ralphie is constantly being told that he will shoot his eye out. And then lo and behold...
Well I had just gotten a Crosman Seven Sixty single pump, for Christmas. I was ten. The pine root stumps that lined the drive, all half mile of it, were frozen over in a beautiful glaze of ice. I went a put a soda can on one of the frosted root branches. I walked back a long distance, perhaps too far, maybe luckily far enough, and proceeded to recreate the famous scene.
I remember missing the can low, the BB bouncing back and getting bigger and bigger. Thank the Lord for the slight loss of energy that caused the BB to strike me directly below the eye, leaving a small blue bruise. Luckily, again, too small to be noticed by my mother. If she found out, my Dad would have never heard the end of it. Mostly for letting me unwrap it, tossing me a can of BBs and saying go have fun. Safety tips? Who needs those!
Oh, if we still had that ten acres on the Haymarsh... A boys haven it was...frogs, snakes and lightning bugs...
I have a picture of me, asleep in the lawn. The Mighty Hunter, poised and ready, snoozing, with the muzzle of that BB gun pointed at the hole of a gopher...
I've been cutting concrete all day, must have just brushed some grit in my eye, damn glasses...
We have all seen "A Christmas Story"(I hope
), where Ralphie is constantly being told that he will shoot his eye out. And then lo and behold...Well I had just gotten a Crosman Seven Sixty single pump, for Christmas. I was ten. The pine root stumps that lined the drive, all half mile of it, were frozen over in a beautiful glaze of ice. I went a put a soda can on one of the frosted root branches. I walked back a long distance, perhaps too far, maybe luckily far enough, and proceeded to recreate the famous scene.
I remember missing the can low, the BB bouncing back and getting bigger and bigger. Thank the Lord for the slight loss of energy that caused the BB to strike me directly below the eye, leaving a small blue bruise. Luckily, again, too small to be noticed by my mother. If she found out, my Dad would have never heard the end of it. Mostly for letting me unwrap it, tossing me a can of BBs and saying go have fun. Safety tips? Who needs those!
Oh, if we still had that ten acres on the Haymarsh... A boys haven it was...frogs, snakes and lightning bugs...
I have a picture of me, asleep in the lawn. The Mighty Hunter, poised and ready, snoozing, with the muzzle of that BB gun pointed at the hole of a gopher...
I've been cutting concrete all day, must have just brushed some grit in my eye, damn glasses...
.308 Norma
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Uh huh. Concrete grit - that's what it is.
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Maybe not a single shot but I worked with a guy that claimed to have been a sniper. He was always talking weapons, guns, and reloading stuff. I didn’t know him real well, but could tell he really loved himself and was quiet the arrogant blow hard so I didn’t spend a lot of time around him.
So one day, in my home town someone put on a benefit shoot, rules were 3 shots at 200, 400, and 600 yards. Long story short, he showed up and finished dead last, even my 12 year old out shot him.
I never really said anything to him, and it’s entirely possible he had an equipment malfunction of some sort, but I absolutely loved the irony. We didn’t work together long after that before I transferred to a different dept.
So one day, in my home town someone put on a benefit shoot, rules were 3 shots at 200, 400, and 600 yards. Long story short, he showed up and finished dead last, even my 12 year old out shot him.
I never really said anything to him, and it’s entirely possible he had an equipment malfunction of some sort, but I absolutely loved the irony. We didn’t work together long after that before I transferred to a different dept.
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My most embarrassing "shot" was with a large rock.
I was hiking down the Rogue River Trail, packing our gear down to my family's favorite camping site, when I stopped for a breather on a point that almost overhung the river. I was about to move on when a little forkhorn white-tail trotted out and splashed out into the river. He stumbled out 'til he was belly-deep and started sucking up water like he was going to drink the river dry.
I grabbed a big chunk of rock and lobbed it out to land in the river, about halfway between him and the bank. As I tossed the rock he turned and started back to shore, managing to walk right under the falling rock. It caught him about halfway down his neck and dropped him right there in the shallows.
There was no way that I could see to get down to where he was, so I went on to the camp spot and told my dad what I had done. He chewed me out and then we went back to see what we could do.
It turned out that we couldn't do anything. The deer was still there but there was no safe way down to the river at that spot, so we gave up.
Later that night we heard one heck of a ruckus. It sounded like a bear and a cougar were arguing about something down along the river.
I guess that that buck didn't go to waste, after all.
I was hiking down the Rogue River Trail, packing our gear down to my family's favorite camping site, when I stopped for a breather on a point that almost overhung the river. I was about to move on when a little forkhorn white-tail trotted out and splashed out into the river. He stumbled out 'til he was belly-deep and started sucking up water like he was going to drink the river dry.
I grabbed a big chunk of rock and lobbed it out to land in the river, about halfway between him and the bank. As I tossed the rock he turned and started back to shore, managing to walk right under the falling rock. It caught him about halfway down his neck and dropped him right there in the shallows.
There was no way that I could see to get down to where he was, so I went on to the camp spot and told my dad what I had done. He chewed me out and then we went back to see what we could do.
It turned out that we couldn't do anything. The deer was still there but there was no safe way down to the river at that spot, so we gave up.
Later that night we heard one heck of a ruckus. It sounded like a bear and a cougar were arguing about something down along the river.
I guess that that buck didn't go to waste, after all.
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Uh huh.
It wasn't my first gun. But It was the first time "Santa" answered my letter.
You betcha!
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Least accurate handgun I've owned was, believe it or not, a Colt SAA in .45 Colt. Minty condition. It was expensive, but the price was lower than I would've expected it to be, so I should've been suspicious.
My brother and I took it to the range. As I recall, the target was something like 15 or 20 feet away, and we weren't even getting most shots on paper. Target was maybe 12 inches sq.
Another time I was shooting wax bullets out of a .38 FIE Derringer, and I was getting like 12 inch groups from (seriously) 5 or 6 feet away...but I figure wax bullets don't count.
My brother and I took it to the range. As I recall, the target was something like 15 or 20 feet away, and we weren't even getting most shots on paper. Target was maybe 12 inches sq.
Another time I was shooting wax bullets out of a .38 FIE Derringer, and I was getting like 12 inch groups from (seriously) 5 or 6 feet away...but I figure wax bullets don't count.
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I mean... I've missed more often then I am proud to say.
I did almost catch a bullet in my leg once from an ex-girlfriend.... I didn't even do anything wrong that time! Her father let her shoot his .40 in the backyard on a 4th of July picnic. She never shot a gun before and I was maybe 19 and didn't want to interject. After the first shot, she panicked and freaked out and started waving it around at her side... right where I was standing next to her and popped one off.
Needless to say, I didn't realize how terrifying it was until 30 minutes later...
Dunno if that counts... she did miss the target whether the target was paper or me
I did almost catch a bullet in my leg once from an ex-girlfriend.... I didn't even do anything wrong that time! Her father let her shoot his .40 in the backyard on a 4th of July picnic. She never shot a gun before and I was maybe 19 and didn't want to interject. After the first shot, she panicked and freaked out and started waving it around at her side... right where I was standing next to her and popped one off.
Needless to say, I didn't realize how terrifying it was until 30 minutes later...
Dunno if that counts... she did miss the target whether the target was paper or me
Most of the people I have shot with have been serious-minded people possessed of at least a little talent. While most have not been astounding shots, they have generally challenged me to be "on my game" shooting against them. The one exception was an acquaintance who invited me to shoot at his property. He used the berm at the back of a stock tank as the backdrop for an informal range. He, too, was very serious about his handling of his gun, but when it came to actually shooting at targets, he had to close to about ten (10) feet to reliably get "on paper" with a 9mm S&W pistol on a target printed on a sheet of 8.5 x 11 paper.
After seeing that, I decided to skip bringing out any of my handguns and instead resorted to my AR-7, which is anything but a precision rifle. It ensured that I didn't embarrass my host.
After seeing that, I decided to skip bringing out any of my handguns and instead resorted to my AR-7, which is anything but a precision rifle. It ensured that I didn't embarrass my host.
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I'd say he definitely had an equipment malfunction. Sounds like there was a problem with his mouth going full auto.
Same thing happened to me and my buddy. Soda can on a wooden beam bordering his mom's garden. Hits low, and the bb bounced straight back and bounced off his head. Of course neither of us had eye protection on of any kind.
I think back on all the stupid stuff I did as a kid, and well into my early twenties. I can't believe I never got seriously hurt or arrested.
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