Your Best Shot Ever

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I've had a few good shots. Blind luck was involved in all of them.

One of my first times shooting, I shot a bottlecap off a fencepost. Cant recall the range, I was 13 or so at the time.

Shot a 9mm case, which was ejected from the pistol in the lane to my left. Truth be told, I'd been trying to hit them as they crossed my line of fire, and I failed miserably. I had given up and hit one.

Popped a balloon at 75 yards with an AMT hardballer. We jokingly bet a dollar on that shot. No lottery in NC at the time, or I would have used the dollar I won to buy a ticket.

I was "chasing" a bee around my the muzzle of a green-gas glock 18, and never hit it. It got about 15 yards away from me, I put the selector on semi-auto, and fired one shot. Hit it.
 
8 for 9 on an 18-24" steel disk at 110 yards with a S&W 3913 Ladysmith 9mm (my CCW), shooting from a braced position and with a spotter to help call the shots. The guy spotting for me then proceeded to go 8 or 9 for 10 on the same target with my wife's Glock 26, with me spotting.

It helped that the target was braced against a very dry berm, so it was easy to see where the misses went. I think my initial shot went high; I was surprised that I didn't have to hold over the target to hit it.
 
We were just kids at the time. I was visiting my cousin's where they lived in "very rural" Missouri. We went out into the woods with an old 22 revolver that shaved lead like there was no tomorrow.

They placed a husked walnut on a log about 15 yards out and handed me the pistol. I don't think I had ever shot a pistol before but knew how to sight one from shooting a rifle. I shot and blew the walnut into tiny pieces.

Never hit anything else the rest of the trip but they were convinced I was just pulling my shots so I wouldn't hurt their feelings because they weren't good shots either. I never shot a pistol again until I entered the service.
 
Hit a hanging 24" round steel plate at 500m with a BAR in 338 Win Mag (225g load, factory) and open sights. It did take me two rounds to range it. But, after that, it was Boom-tink for every shot. What a great rifle.
 
I was up north with a buddy and he brought his new Walther P22 to try it out. We were shooting at targets down a sand dune sorta thing where the targets were, so all shots went into the base of the hill. We tossed a gatorade bottle down there about 40 yards or so and my second shot with one hand I hit in square on the button. I've only shot another pistol a few times before that. Of course, I couldn't mimic that shot again, and of course my friend wasn't looking.
 
After I got back from running special ops in 'nam I took a job working security at a local shopping establishment. Once we were under attack by a gang of terrorist shoplifters and I had to shoot a pocket knife out of a kids hand at 500 yards with my Glock.

Of course the owner of the shopping mall covered it all up since he didn't want the general public knowing he had hired trained snipers to work security there. That's why you never heard about it on the news.

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Shot a running cotton tail in the head with a .177 pellet gun at about 20 yards. I'm not gonna lie it was absolutely blind luck, he might of even dropped due to heart attack.
 
Not my best, but most fun...
A couple weeks ago while tending to the feeders at our hunting camp, we surprised an armadillo (I hate those things, all they do is dig ankle breakers)

Well he takes off quartering away from me across the furrows of the pine plantation. So I set down the bag of corn I was holding, grabbed by 9mm and took a shot. He was about 50 feet away and I just barely caught him in the chin. He did a couple somersaults and then shifted into high gear running directly away from me.

As he went airborne over a furrow I caught him just above the base of his tail. Split him open like a banana split! Tail to head!

We measured it, 100 feet, but with his movement up and down the undulations of the furrows, not too bad of a shot.
 
I used my wrist rocket to shoot an ******* kid that beat me up. I hit him in the gut and dropped him in the middle of a parking lot. It was a great shot--totally stealth through a narrow opening between buildings a hundred yards away. The kid didn't even know what happened to him. Was I wrong? YES!!! He did deserve it.
 
Earlier this fall I was going to buy an old .22 revolver from an acquaintance. We met at a local pit so I could try it out. Found nothing to shoot at so I took a .270 shell I found on the ground and stuck it on a tree branch. Walked the length of the pit (25 yds) turned and fired a shot. Told him I hit it and he said yea rite. we went back down and I had hit it dead center.:what: I was only kidding him when we went to look. He kept the pistol.:banghead:
 
Good stuff guys, good stuff! I knew I'd get a few really good stories, but there were a bunch of good ones. Planning a day of shooting tomorrow. Reading all the good shootin' stories really has me looking forward to some fun.

-Matt
 
Not my best, but most fun...
A couple weeks ago while tending to the feeders at our hunting camp, we surprised an armadillo (I hate those things, all they do is dig ankle breakers)

Well he takes off quartering away from me across the furrows of the pine plantation. So I set down the bag of corn I was holding, grabbed by 9mm and took a shot. He was about 50 feet away and I just barely caught him in the chin. He did a couple somersaults and then shifted into high gear running directly away from me...

That's funny. Many years ago, I shot a running armadillo at what I remember to be less than ten yards with a Government length 1911 in 45ACP. The darned armadillo curled up like a doodle bug and rolled several times. Without missing a stride, he re-deployed and kept right on running! Maybe he crawled off and died, I don't know, but there was no blood. I've got a feeling that FMJ hit him and just dissipated the energy throughout his leathery shell. I was still shocked that the impact didn't at least knock him unconscious for a few seconds.

-Matt
 
We have a private range, owned by the local gun club. Its gated and locked, and there is only a small number of us that use it. Its fairly reclusive, and we can do just about any bloody thing we want in there, as long as we clean up and do our part to keep it clean.

I grew up with a rifle in my hands, and I taught my son, Patrick, much the same since he was five or so. Once, when he was about 12, we were looking for a few interesting things to shoot, and I came across a half-full spraycan of international orange paint. I can't for the life of me remember why I even had it, but it seemed like a good candidate for some target practice.

I set it up on the berm about 50 yards down. We were shooting 10/22s open sights that day. I gave my son the first crack at that can, and he hit it right at the bottom edge. The can lifted off like a gemini rocket, but spiralling like a rotating bullet. Very nice effect! It landed a few feet away.

We shot a few mags and then it was time to reset the targets and tidy up some. When Patch moved the board that the spraycan had been resting on, a huge bright-orange toad jumped out! The spiralling can had a sprayed that toad perfectly! We had a good laugh over that one, and certainly the thing that fond memories are made of.
 
I've mad some nice shots on paper and shot steel targets at 200 yds with a 3" 45. But the shot I guess I would call my best was 400 yds. on a steeeeep mountainside at an elk. I had a 7 Mag that I had worked up really good 175 grain Barnes X handload. I practiced with it quite a bit and had a small laminated card on the rifle with my bullet drops out to 500 yds. and 10mph cross wind deflection numbers. Took into account 10,000 ft elevation too. When I made the shot the bull was at a steady trot. I held about 12" high thinking my normal holdover at that distance was about 18" but the sharp downward angle would reduce drop. I led him a smidge, maybe a foot. He spun, hopped and dropped in one motion, then tumbled, dead, down the mountainside 30 yards before coming to a stop. After field dressing we recovered the heart and one side of it was fragmented to pieces. I shot from a rock outcropping with a pair of shooting sticks. I had about 5 seconds to guess the distance, think of the hold over and lead the elk before squeezing the trigger. Better to be lucky than good, but practice helps put a little more luck on your side.
 
I was probably around 12 or 13 - me and some buds were screwing around with the .22 and as a joke, I took aim at a dragon fly that was buzzing around us and took a shot....I got him. No way I'd ever make that shot again in a million years.
 
A 3 shot, 3/4" group at 200 yards with my Remmy 700 sps tactical at 200 yards. Needless to say, I have not been able to repeat this feat, the closest I've come is a .6", 4 shot group.
 
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