Miracle Shots?

[hinton03]

When I was 15 a buddy and I were trying to sneak up on a woodchuck that we knew lived in a field by my house. We were both armed with 22 LR's and while walking through the field a Pheasant flushed; as luck would have it it flushed straight away and I took a snap shot with my 22 and dropped it dead.

I am sure I could never do that again, but it gave me bragging right with the kids I hunted with for years.

 

[fiddleharp]

About thirty-five years ago there were huge flocks of crows visiting our local landfill. I used to intercept them on their way from the roost for some fast and furious wingshooting over decoys.
One morning the weather turned real crappy, real fast. The wind was howling and it was fixin' to rain. I got out of my blind and was about to pick up my decoys when I looked up and spotted a lone crow very high overhead. When I say very high, I mean very high! I could barely tell it was a crow.
I called and it circled around for a look. Since the weather was about to end my hunt before it even started, I let fly with a "skybusting" shot just for the hell of it.
The crow turned and glided quickly away, straight downwind. I wasn't surprised that I had missed.
I started walking around, pulling decoys out of the ground and happened to straighten up and glance in the direction the crow had gone.
I saw something so odd that it took me a few seconds to realize what I was looking at.
About 300 yards downwind and high in the sky, the crow was upside down, its wings locked open and spinning like a pinwheel. As it slowly floated to earth, the spinning became faster and faster.
I ran to the spot and examined the bird. I ususally left dead crows in the field, but I took this one home and plucked it thoroughly.
There was only one pellet hole in that crow. Through the brain, right behind the eyes.
Talk about a "golden BB"!

 

[Tommygunn]

I was 13 years old and armed with my trusty pump BB gun. On a full 10-pump load, I shot the beak off a crow in flight about 50ft in the air at a 60 degree angle

I bet that really annoyed the crow ........

 

[NC-Mike]

One thing fer sure comes to mind after reading this thread.


I would hate to be a crow.

 

[BunnyPuncher]

Happened today...

Loaded three rounds of Bulgy surplus into the Mosin Nagant 91/30. Put all three into the bullseye of a NRA SR-1 target shooting off hand at 50 yards.

I was unable to repeat that feat (or even come close)

In fact, on the next set of 3 I dang near missed the paper with one

Fortune and statistical chance favor he who brings 100 rounds to the range!

 

[Dark Skies]

I tossed a penny in the air one time and shot a big dent right in the centre with a .22 Walther air pistol.

 

[HarleyFixer]

When I was about 12 (many Years ago) a buddy and I were out hunting jackrabbits, walking through the sage. He had a single shot 16ga and I had a single shot .22. We flushed a rabbit at about 10 yards and he shot and missed. I yelled at him and shot from the hip and put the bullet through the back of that rabbits head. Luckiest shot ever.

 

[alemonkey]

When I was in high school I was out dove hunting with some friends. I brought along a .22 to plink with while we were waiting for them to start flying in. One dove landed about 25 yards away in some weeds. I walked out with the .22 and when he got up I shot him on the fly.

Not only could I never do it again, but I'd never try it again. That was a stupid shot to take.

 

[jacob.elliott]

my brotherinlaw dropped a coyote at 600 yards, off hand, with his h&r 223

 

[runrabbitrun]

I had two large snakes in my basement/shop last year.
I thought I only had one and it took several shots with my
Crossman 760 BB gun to kill the one sucker.

As he laid there on the floor dead, I looked up and saw another
snake pop her head out from the same area where I first saw the first snake.
(Guess she wanted to see what all the commotion was all about)..

I took aim using one of my table saws as a prop and POP 'head shot' with the first shot.
She slid down the wall to the floor with a big flop and she was done.

I know it was a female because she had eggs in her belly.
That little couple thought they were going to take up residence in my shop.
Not going to happen. I feel fortunate that I got them BEFORE she laid
her eggs or my house might of been infested with these critters.

These were non poisonous snakes and had they not been in my shop
I would of probably left them alone, but I just can have snakes
tapping on my shoulder startling me when working with my saws and stuff.

 

[Jubjub]

There was a mouse in my garage a few years back. I got about a half second opportunity for a clear shot at it as it ran along the base of the back wall, range maybe ten feet. One shot from a Beeman P3 air pistol, hit the near shoulder and out the far ribs. Never did find the pellet, but the mouse was DRT.

 

[Coyote_Hunter_]

Best called shot I ever saw was on a Thanksgiving after dinner at Grandmas's place. Granddad, Dad and Uncle were out shooting shotguns parralel to the round Belen grain bins. Uncle was throwing and Granddad and Dad were missing. Uncle goes into the house and gets Granddad's take-down Remington .22 semi (a Browning design) and says if they miss again he'll shoot the pigeon with the .22. And he did.

 

[longhair75]

One night at an indoor range a testosterone soaked fool made fun of my wife while she was getting ready to shoot. I told him he needed to put his money where his mouth was.

My wife hit a US quarter at fifty feet with her Browning Hi power for a hundred bucks. We had a bottle of the good wine at dinner that night.

 

[gvnwst]

No miracle "shot", but rather a series of shots. 5 weeks ago or so, i was shooting at 600 yards for the first time, in a high power clinic. So, iron sights, and no bipod, i shot 1 MOA! Considering i would have trouble doing that with a scope and bipod, i consider that pretty "miracle'ish".

 

[AKElroy]

I was on a company hunt 15 years or so ago in Sterling County, TX. Tired of watching a bunch of strangers get drunk, I jumped at the chance to ride along with the property manager to burn some trash. He had a worn out truck, and an even more worn out model 94 .30-.30 on the rear window. At the time, I had never shot a 94, so I asked If I could plink with it & he obliged. We walked a ways, and scared up a decent 4 point cull buck, matching exactly what I was asked to harvest. He was in a flat run @ 180 or so paces, and normally I would never take that shot. Giving into the screams "shoot! shoot!", I led that buck a little & tried to match his speed as I pivoted. He crumpled in a cloud of dust at the shot; blind luck it was a clean heart/lung shot. I found a really clean 1960's model 94 a few years later & have taken deer with it, but none have matched that experience. When the old timer re-told the account to the drunk boys back at the camp, they refused to believe it, and searched his truck for my 7mag. They had no respect for the fast handling of that little classic carbine. I didn't either until that shot.

 

[LibShooter]

When I was 16 we had an exchange student visiting from Japan. He and his teacher had never fired a gun, and wanted to give it a try.

We traveled down to a spot on the lake with a good backstop where everyone in the neighborhood shot their guns. We had a little .22 automatic with 2" barrel and a big sack of empty soda bottles.

I tossed a few bottles in the water, loaded up, sighted on one of the bottles 30 feet away shot and hit the bottle next to the one in my sights. It exploded spectacularly. I had the good sense to stop shooting after the one shot and hand the pistol to my guests. They went through two boxes of bulk ammo trying to recreate my lucky shot.

 

[UpTheIrons]

Many centuries ago, my Dad and I went for our monthly 'rat killing' in the barn. He had his old .22 single action revolver loaded with ratshot and I had my Crossman CO2 driven ".357 style" pellet gun. We'd go in the feed room and one would latch the door behind us while the other would use a long pole to plug the hole the rats would come in.

We'd shoot them like fish in a barrel, but my miracle shot was a rat running up one of the studs. Saw him out of the corner of my eye, and I whipped that pellet pistol up and squeezed as soon as I saw the front sight. Somehow, that quick move (had to be no more that 1.5 seconds from seeing him until the shot) dropped him. One pellet right between the ears - DRT!

 

[scythefwd]

I was only about 12ish and I had some old Chinese pellet gun. My best friend and I were plinking in the back yard, picking what branch were were going to hit etc... and a crow landed in the pine tree next door about 40 ft up. Off hand with a pellet gun, open sights, into a full pine tree. Saw a few feathers drop, and the bird got caught in the branches. I was only 20 ft or so from the base of the tree so it had to have been about a 60 degree angle or better.

My uncle "Bulgie" is known in the family for taking dragon flies out of the air with a .22. He also has cut cards in half off hand. He and his brothers all put my skill to shame (It is skill as the can repeat the shots)

 

[BhmBill]

A few months back I blew away a bunch of clays with my marlin 60. It was pretty weird...

"PULL!"

*brother launches clay*

*I take 1 shot and blow the clay apart*

"***!"

Did that a bunch of times that day utilizing point shooting.

Very strange feeling.

 

[Hostile Amish]

I've shot a quarter out of the air with a 9mm. Second try, but I could and still cannot do it again.

 

[B yond]

Out at the range with a buddy, both shooting prone from 75-100 yds (estimated) with rifles. We were breaking CDs left and right. I decided to stand up and stretch, and just for the heck of it took one shot with my old H&R sportsman .22LR revolver at a CD we hadn't hit yet, one-handed, practically point-shooting. The CD blew apart and I did my best to act like I expected to hit it.

 

[Davek1977]

Three shots I've made come to mind. One was a common barn pigeon, flying almost directly above me. While admittedly not the wisest of things to do, I was young, and quickly brought my trusty 881 MArlin to shoulder as it passed overhead....found the bird in the scope, led it a split second, and headshot it on the fly. I think I was as suprised as the bird! Another shot involved shooting from the hip with a 12 gauge, I'd kicked up a rabbit, and had but a split second to fire. I didn't even raise the 12 gauge to shoulder, just pointed it about where I pictured the rabbit beiong, and dropped it on a full run (errrr....hop) with a load of 7 1/2s from the hip. My final shot was off my parent's deck, at a rooster pheasant at least a hundred yards away. I grabbed my BL22, centered the cross hairs, and took it through the head on my first shot. I've pulled off some other amazing shots on priaire dogs and the like with various rimfires, but those typically involved "walking" rounds to the target that was eventually eliminated, rather than a one shot, one kill situation, which is always stirved for!

 

[Kind of Blued]

As a young teen, I shot a full-speed hopping squirrel from across the creek and through the woods at about 75 yards with one shot to the head from an iron-sighted .177 air rifle using BBs. I was also lucky enough to have a witness!

 

[Hoxviii]

I was out shooting with a friend, he was sighting in his .270. He got it good on paper at 225, so we set up a bunch of 20 oz soda bottles on a fence that was about 210 out.

I had a 336 with me and decided to give him some hell, bet him I could drop a bottle offhand before he could prone. He accepts, and as soon as he does I toss the rifle to my shoulder, squeeze the trigger, and see a bottle go up.

I just walked away with a goofy grin on my face. I knew i could hit it, but was expecting it to take me about 3 shots.

However, I've seen the same guy kill a jackrabbit in full sprint with a maglite at 25' and a dove in midflight with a baseball.

 

[Sixtigers]

When I was younger, I once buried two torpedoes into an exhaust port that was flat on the deck, about two meters wide. I was doing about 140 knots at the time. Some of my comrades were impressed, but I'd been bullseying womprats in my old T-16 back home, and they weren't much bigger than two meters...