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My closest game shot was "almost" a hit. It was a little over a foot with a Ruger Blackhawk, on a flying bee. I had flushed it from underneath the shooting bench where it lived, and it buzzed around trying to figure out what happened. When it crossed downrange* I would try a shot, and about the third one the muzzle blast knocked it down. It was only stunned and recovered after maybe 20 seconds.

I thought that would be the closest, but you guys are too much. Three INCHES? If the barrel was any longer you would have had to back up!:)


*Yes the backstop was considered and it was a safe
 
Excellent stories. I don't have anything as close as most or as dramatic, but I did shoot a nice boar in the head hear in East Texas at about 7 yards with a 300 Win Mag. I already had two on the ground and he just kept walking at me (I don't really mean in a threatening manner). I just don't think he was worried about me.
 
Once on a running buck about 15 yards with a Win. 30-30. Dropped in his tracks. Another time I headshot a garder snake at about 10 yards with my Rem. 597.

Numerous birds and frogs when I was a kid with my BB gun. Prolly all of them at a range of 1-20 yards.
 
bowhunting last year sittin in a throwed together ground blind made out of pine branches,wind was perfect and a yearling doe came close enough and she turned butt to me and started eating.She knew she been had when I smacked her butt with a arrow out of my quiver,maybe 2ft away.
 
Pistol: I shot a rattle snake coiled at my feet with a .45 shotshell. it flew up in the air

Rifle: shot a doe in the neck from 15yd with a .223. blew her throat out.

Shotgun: shot a cotton tail from 4ft with a 12ga in a canefield in Louisianna
 
Deer hunting, I've had a fair number of "could have" close-up shots. Mostly does that walked under my tree stand. I've had does stand and look at me from ten to fifteen yards, as well.

The funniest didn't-shoot was my sneaking up on a fat little eight-point one rainy afternoon. I eased up to within about ten feet. He was standing halfway into a little clump of brush, looking out over a meadow area. So, I picked up a little rock and tossed it onto his rump. Total pandemonium ensued.

My shortest kill-shot was on a 200-pound feral hog. About five feet. I had heard the group feeding, and just stood still as they approached. River-bottom jungle along the Appalachicola. I figured shooting was better than getting stepped on.

Art
 
I woke up...

...and there was a relatively small spike walking by my chair on the farm I hunt. I shot him from maybe three feet. I could have poked him in the ribs with the barrel of the TC I was using. I got him in the back of the neck, and stood up, and only had to lean over a little to check him out. (Of course, I was dragging him when I saw the six-pointer I was waiting for, and my TC was empty.)
 
For those of you who have hunted snowshoe hares, you have probably seen this. Quite often, they will not flush out of a hiding spot, no way, no how. I have spotted them in brush piles and walked up and stuck the barrell of my gun to within a foot of their heads. Once was with my dad's 30-06. He didn't suffer either.

Shot a turkey at about 8 feet or so one time. That was almost self defense as he was walking directly at me. I could have let him get a lot closer even.

Shot a doe that walked almost directly under my stand with a .300 WinMag. That was gruesome.
 
Not my story but a fun one to tell. My father and grandfather were out hunting deer when my dad was about 18. They had posted themselves about 50 yards apart and were waiting when my dad saw a decent deer in the clearing about 60 yards away. He took his time and lined up a nice shot and just as he was pulling the trigger he heard a -BANG- from my grandfathers position and the deer he was aiming at went down (shot by granddad). Well at the same time this big brown blur exploded out of the woods to his left and startled him so badly that he jerked around and pulled the trigger -BANG- and there was a second deer laying on the ground.

Apparently deer #2 had been just off to my dad's left and grandad's shot startled it so it bolted right at my dad. The killing shot was taken at about 3 feet because (as my dad repeated over the years) "the darned thing nearly ran right over me".
 
"Seven yards or so on a 500lb wild boar, with a 7.62x39 AR-15. Took four shots (I was hoping to not have to shoot at all)."

Were you waiting until he got close enough to just use a knife? :D

-Steve
 
deer hunting, 12 guage, rifled slug, shot a grey squirel that was standing on my boot, muzzle probably about 3 to 6 inches away, disenegrated the top half of the little guy.
 
Rabbit hunting when I was a kid. I got on top of a small pile of old, rolled up fence. A rabbit tried to run out, but caught the back of it's neck on a piece of the wire. It gouged into it's neck and tore a pretty good hole in the hide. Rabbit is tugging forward, squealing like crazy.

Can't reach down and grab it or I'll get bit.

A 16-gauge at 4" is lethal to a rabbit. I usually pulled their head off after I shot them. Didn't have to on this one.
 
By gun used;
22mag - Racoon 5 feet.
Shotgun - Turkey 10-11 feet.
243 - Coyote 25-30 yards.
22lr - Squirrel 3 feet.

Qualifying close encounters not shot due to wrong season, wrong ammo, wrong gun, non game species etc.
Doe 2 feet from me eating leaves, clueless to my presence - way cool moment btw.
Line of turkeys passing within inches of me to my left side.
Red Tail Hawk swooping and landing in a branch about just shy of 10 yards from me in stand.
Some damn critter crawling and grunting around underneath the camper, I quietly got out of bed and made ready the 12 w/04 but by the time I got the two doors open what ever it was got past the fire pit.
Two semi amusing moments;
Out fox hunting had a pair of squirrels playing chase and one even ran over my boots. It stopped a foot in front of me, almost in shock slowly starring up and looking like doom. I had a full face mask on but I blinked and this little squirrel did the 15 yard Capt. Kirk warp speed dash.
Lined up in a hedgerow near a feild corner, sundown about time to head back to camp - seconds before I decided to go I hear a high pitch yawn like a dog woud make, 10 yards to my right. I turn my head to look, sure enough it's a coyote, then it was the 30 second stare-down untill it bolted. Somehow it didn't wind me and neither it or I had a clue either was there untill then.

Good times.
 
Had a quail get up right in front of me while on a plantation hunt in Mississipi. Shot it almost off the end of the barrel. Still got a little meat out of that one. Stew meat.

I had a six point walk up to within 10 feet of me while I was napping under a cedar. He kicked a rock and I woke up - what a surprise! I didn't shoot him, but we looked at each other for the better part of a minute. I had seen him earlier in the day. Not sure if he recognized me or not. :D
 
8 yards, 4X4 Mule deer, 7mm Mauser, after a 2 hour stalk and chase at 11,000 feet, above treeline in the Sierra Nevada. Finally trapped him on a cliff. All I saw thru a 4X scope was hair, I had to look over the scope to see where I was aiming. It was a PITA to get him down to flat enough ground to field dress. At one point we were sliding down steep talus together with him behind me, and I stopped on a big rock, the deer kept sliding and almost put a antler tine into my kidneys:what: . Talk about poetic justice!
 
I had a 6 point run right up one of the trails I was sitting near (place was full of runs...no way to get away from them). I didn't even look through the scope...just placed the muzzle behind his front shoulder and pulled the trigger...I don't remember if the muzzle actually contacted the deer or not...but it very well could have....he ran about 10 yards...and was delicious.
 
Not a proud moment. Duck hunting over decoys, out of a boat in the early morning. A teal ripped through, just moments after legal shooting started. I stood and shot right as it passed the side of the boat... at a distance of probably 15 feet. 1 3/8 ozs of #6 Hevishot, out of a MOD choke.

Yuck.
 
I was asleep on a cot in a clearing on my lease, and a rabbit woke me up by scrounging around beneath me. I sleep with my 12ga and .22 on me when I go out there because it's quite common for any number of interesting creatures that could hurt or feed you to sneak up on ya.

anywho, grabbed the .22 cuz I knew what it was just by the sounds it was making, flicked on my flashlight and shot it at 4feet. It was 4:15AM and I was gunna wake up in half an hour anyway so I went ahead and got the day started with a nice fried rabbit sandwich. Never had tried that before, but it was quite enjoyable.


My closest shot on a deer was 35 yards or so.
 
White tail buck, 4 point! My first deer ever to kill. I was in the stand with my dad for hours, clutching his Norinco SKS. I was around 9 years old and eagerly waiting for something to step out. Something did step out, 100 yards away. A small fawn. As soon as I've got my sights set on her, my dad taps me, motions to my right, and I see standing not 3 yards from the stand a grazing buck. So I quietly switch windows and take my shot.
 
Took a whitetail doe directly under my tree stand with a bow several years ago. Horizontal distance was probably four feet, but I was twenty feet up.

Also took a five-point buck at 15 yards with a .44 Mag SuperRedhawk. I was sitting in the woods 50 yards from a mown field. He came running across the field and into the woods. Just as he got to me, he heard my father-in-law moving further up the hill, and locked up to take a look. He never saw me, and dropped where he stood. Only bullet I've ever recovered. It went through his front shoulder, lung cavity, offside rib, and stopped under the skin on the far side.
 
An almost close shot that I didn't take would have been probably about 5 or 6 feet from a kneeling position into the chest of a very curious 8-point whitetail with a .243

I was hunting in West Texas with my grandfather when I was about 15 or 16 and we saw 3 doe and a very nice looking buck run up a nearby hill and stop to graze in a level area at the top. I slowly climbed the hill downwind from them and, as I crested the hill, saw them about 40 yards up ahead with the buck partially obscured by a thicket.

I wasn't able to get a clean shot from where I stood, but having stupidly walked out into a clearing in plain sight of the deer, I decided to hold my ground and wait for him to walk out and offer me a shot rather than moving and spooking them. I very slowly worked my way down to a kneeling position with my rifle trained on the edge thicket and waited. I counted 12 points through the scope, and a big 12 at that!!!

About the time I got in position, I saw some movement about 30 yards to my left. I glanced over and there stood a small 8-point staring at me with his head cocked like a confused puppy. Over the next few minutes, he slowly walked closer and closer until he was about 15 feet away and I figured I'd better take the bird-in-hand while I could rather than wait for the 12-point to maybe (or maybe not) leave the bush. I very slowly began turning my rifle towards him as he continued moving closer........

About the time I had the gun halfway between Mr. Twelve and Mr. Eight, the big guy decided to walk out into the open and look at me......DANG IT!!! I tried to keep my cool and slowly swing my aim back to him take a shot, but I guess I wasn't cool enough. Mr. Twelve spooked and bolted, Mr. Eight followed (almost trampling me in the process), and I was left sitting there in the dust.... :uhoh: :banghead:


A close shot that I DID take....very large packrat with 12ga #8 shot from about 6 feet. It sheared the top 3 ft off of the hickory sapling he was sitting in and left nothing but a soggy packrat hide hanging over one of the lower branches. :evil:
 
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