When I was a kid, a friend and I went squirrel hunting in the woods with our bb guns. We walked out of the woods into a meadow with a large old oak tree with spanish moss hanging out of it all over. Really pretty spot. A large bumblebee flew by and I said, "Watch this... I'm gonna shoot that bee while he's flying." and raised the rifle and shot. A wing spun around like a maple or pine seed as it fell to the ground. I don't normally shoot something that I don't intend to eat, but then, I never really figured I would hit the thing. I just used to call crazy stuff like that and pull it off somehow.
Years later, as teenagers, the same friend and I were at a pool hall and had finished playing. We were standing around talking and listening to the jukebox. Someone laid their pool stick on the table with the handle up on the rail and the tip on the table. I grabbed the cue ball and said, "Watch this, I'm gonna hit the cue ball and walk it up the stick off the table." I took aim and shot and darned if it didn't walk up the stick! I could probably never do it again, but it did.
It's one thing to have someone witness these wild shots, and even better, I called the shots before I made them. That friend is still in awe when we get to talking about "the good ol' days" days and the topic comes up.