The best or "luckiest" shot you've ever made

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Hit a deer in the throat at 125 yards with a muzzle loader, lead ball, open sights in lat dusk. Front sight covered the whole deer. Had to unload any way, so, boom and the deer dropped.
 
When I bought my T/C Contender in .30-30, I bought a 4X Leupold scope and mount for it, also. After mounting the scope I was anxious to go to the range. Waiting 4 days for our weekly wednesday trip nearly killed me, but it paid off handsomely. I settled in with the gun on it's rest and centered the scope on the target 50 yards away. I was going to fire 3 shots for group and then check the spotting scope and do my adjustments. After the first shot only, I decided to check the spotter. For a second, I couldn't see anything. No way I could have missed the paper entirely?!! On closer inspection, the hole was dead center of the X; you could still see all 4 appendages coming out from it. "Well?" was what I was getting from my cronies. I said, "You'll never believe it unless you look." After they looked it was more like, "OH COME ON!!!"

On the wall above me hangs a double arrow, the result of 2 bullseyes in a row. The second was driven 9 inches into the first, the finest and obviously the luckiest shot I ever made with my Hoyt Pro-Vantage.
 
Last year during early archery, I harvested a 6 point that should have gotten away. He was 35 yards away just inside a tree line. I was sitting in a hardwood grove on the ground. There was a break in the branches about 15 " wide and about 20 yards away. I drew, but then I hesitated. My fingers released a split second before my brain said let it go. The arrow entered his right hind quarter. I thought I hit bone and he should have been gone.

After waiting about 30 minutes, I decided to see if I could find the beginning of the trail figuring I was in for a long and disappointing track. After not finding anything for about 5 minutes, I moved about 7 yards in the direction he was travelling and I found it. 4 feet wide and 10 yards long. It was like a carpeted path leading me right to him.

I found that the arrow had penetrated just behing the bone and severed the femoral artery. It passed through, "changed his religion" and entered his left hind quarter severing the artery and exiting the other side.

That would be my luckiest shot.

Berek
 
Never made a truly amazing shot with a gun. I DID however, make a fairly lucky shot with a bow & arrow, my first year to have and use an adult sized bow. At about 17 yards, maybe 16, I "doubled up" or split an arrow that was already in the target with another arrow. The second arrow hit the plastic nock, shattered it, and continued driving straight up the rear of the other arrow about 1.5 inches and then stuck, splaying in all directions the carbon fiber material of the front arrow. But I guess this is not all that uncommon....at a local bow pro shop here, they have a "triple" that some guy did! :what:

Here's some people who have shot flys off their targets, with pics:

http://www.rimfirecentral.com/forums/showthread.php?t=96141&highlight=fly

http://www.rimfirecentral.com/forums/showthread.php?t=97794&page=2&pp=15&highlight=fly
 
I once shot a 22 over my back while looking through a mirror. I was attempting to hit an apple 50 yards off.

The bullet went low, deflecting slightly left and at just the right angle off the back of a toad. Three hundred and twenty yards away was a man sitting down in his back yard smoking a cigarette and enjoying an ice cold beer. The round penetrated his can, spilling out some of the ice cold contents into his lap. This startled him causing a quick jerk response which resulted in him dropping his cig on a neaby bag of assorted fireworks. The majority of these bottle rockets went straight up, however, a few did stray off course. One of these struck that same toad on the back at just the right angle, deflecting upward and lodging itself in the apple.

What makes this a lucky shot is that I successfully repeated it ... several times ;)
 
I was still living in NY and went shooting at the public range in Matamoris PA.
I took out my Remington Old Army Black Powder cap and ball and some guy looked at his kid and told him to watch me I wouldn't be able to hit anything.
Walked down range with my standard paper pie plate target and a 1" orange spot in the middle and set it at 50 yards.
Back to the bench , the kid watching every move. Did the Black Powder thing and loaded up 6 rounds. Took the standard John Wayne duelist stance ( one handed , arm outstreched) and fired one round. SMOKE, loud long low boom. Kids eyes the size of dinner plates. And BEHOLD!!!
One round hole in the orange dot, dead center. The kids Dad shut up.
Put the gun away and never said a word to either of them. PURE LUCK, but it shut the guy up.
It was fun.
Oh, finished the last 5 rounds after the big mouth left. Hit the pie plate but never touched the orange.

AFS :p
 
Just remembered another one. When I was in high school; I would go camping in hunting season without food. If I didn't kill game then I didn't eat. Believe me, this makes you hunt much harder. I was walking the old home place and getting discouraged. It was almost dark and I hadn't seen anything to try to shoot. Suddenly I saw movement to my left in my peripheral vision. A squirrel was running up a tree trunk. As I began to turn ninety degrees to my left to shoot the squirrel; a rabbit began to run down some field rows to my right. I shot the squirrel and turned 180 degrees to shoot the rabbit. A dove flew over as I shot the rabbit. I turned ninety degrees and got the dove, too. Three shots in immediate sequence netted a squirrel, a rabbit, and a dove...shots placed ninety degrees to my left, 180 degrees to my right, and ninety degrees to my right. After the first shot; I moved throught 270 degrees for shots two and three.

I ate well that night.
 
The best thing I can remember is several years ago I was shooting pigeons with my pellet gun from inside a window. There were two pigeons sitting on a powerline that hung maybe 20 feet up. I took a shot and missed. The birds flew away, and reloaded and pumped. Several seconds later, the landed around 15 feet outside my window. I took aim, and pulled the trigger. I didnt take much aim since it was a quick shot.

The bird that I was aiming at dropped instantly, but the other bird just stuck aorund not knowing what happened. I decided to let it live, went outside to see my kill. I rolled the pigeon over several times looking for an enterance or an exit, but couldnt find one. Then, I saw where the pellet hit. It entered AND exited both of the pigeons eyes, but I couldnt tell which was the enterance and exit. It didnt even touch the skull. Me an my friends got a kick out of that. :)
 
Best shot was with a Winchester 94-22M (22 mag lever action) I had just bought it, mounted up s nice 2-7 scope on it, and bresighted it... i stopped by a friends place on the way home to shoot it... (and sight it in)

friend is admiring it, and asks to shoot it... ok... no problem... he loads it up, and fires it at a small bird ( a starling, i think), in a tree about 75 yards away... a puff of feathers and the bird falls outta the tree... DEAD

I point out that it's only boresighted, and that it was pure luck... he hands me the gun and says "try it"... i kid you not, i threw it up, shot at another birdie in the same tree... same results... i have yet, to this day, to ever finish sighting that gun in... it ALWAYS hits where i point it, and it would appear that boresighting is good enough (in this case)
 
I was once in a benchrest match against Jesus and Buddha. I placed 2nd. :uhoh:



:D :rolleyes:

Reality:

When I first got into "guns," I had a $20 Marksman BB/Pellet/Dart/Bolt pistol from Wal-Mart, a carton of BBs, and a whole day to myself. I started out shooting at an 8.5x11" piece of printer paper taped to a tree about six yards away, just to see what it'd do. First hopper-full, I got about 12 of the 18 shots on paper, which I was more'n proud of. However, I kept shooting... and shooting... and shooting... break for restroom... shooting... lunch... shooting... shooting...

Keep in mind that this is in Oklahoma, which rivals western Kansas for its everyday wind. By late afternoon, the wind had picked up to ~25-30 mph, and I had run out of paper and had switched to 3x5" index cards. I had also kept moving back; at about 4:30 pm, I was ~40 yards away. By now I had to compensate about 35 deg. up and 20 to the left just to hit the tree.

My greatest moment was when I got all eighteen shots on target. Twice in a row. :)
 
Another more recent shot that really surprised me happened when dialing in a fairly new Savage .17 rifle. I reset the scope to 50 yards and found I could pick out a one inch square, nail it and then shoot a second shot into the same square. Every time I tried it the second shot touched the first. That is mostly rifle I am sure but it is heck on squirrels
probably the same rifle my brother has. Hes got a synthetic savage .17 hmr, thing will drill bullets through the same hole at 50 yards all day long
 
Luckiest shot I ever made was the one and only n/d I had when I put one into my kitchen floor. I really had thought I had cleared it and even thought I saw it was clear, silly me I thought the mag was out but was actually holding a spare mag. Even when I loooked into the gun it appeared empty because it was very hard to see into the mag well and chamber as it was pretty dark. Thought I saw dark hole, I actually just did not have enough light to see properly. To take down the gun trigger had to be depressed, so I let the slide go forward, squeezed the trigger, then boom. That was a big brain fart while very tired.

It was a very lucky shot though in that at least it was pointed in a fairly safe a direction as it could be in my house. No one was injured, except for my pride. That was my first piece of luck. I also wound up finding a leak in my gas line down in the basement when I climbed up on the work bence to see if the round had come through the floor. It had not but, while up there looking at the basement ceiling for a hole, I smelled gas. Pipe was leaking at a joint. So I was doubly lucky in that I had found the leak. The bullet had not hit the pipe and made it go bang and, I found the leak before enough gas built up to have the boiler make it go bang. So luck was a three time charm.

Stupid to have the ND, yep - bad move on my part. Nonetheless it was a very lucky shot indeed.

All the best,
Glenn B
 
Remember Mel Gibson's 'happy face' in Lethal Weapon? My LEO friend and I were at the range and he asked me to show him how fast I could empty a 1911 and stay in the black. He timed me, and it turned out that I did it in 9 seconds. A PERFECT happy face, with the nose on the "X"; equal spacing, everything. All this at 25yards. He looked at me in total awe. "Damn, Ken was right; you really can shoot!!"

I didn't tell him I had no idea where the shots were going as we walked away from the target. :rolleyes: :what:
Hell, I was surprised I was on paper at that speed. and there's no way I can tell you which shot went where; don't even ask... :scrutiny: :)
 
The last 600 - 1000 yard match I attended in Pascagoula.

We had about a twenty minute break while the pit personnel changed over to the 1000 yard line. Once the pits were sealed we began our prep, including making adjustments to sights (in this case I was shooting F-Class so I had a 10x scope).

The wind had been squirrelly all morning. Sometimes coming from 2:00 sometimes from 10:00, and gusting up to 12mph at one point. I went with what I judged to be about 5 mph from 9:00 and took my first sighter. Practically a dead center X ring.

Best first shot at 1000 I ever made and I couldn't keep the target, nor could I count it for record. Bummer. I talked to the target puller afterwards and he said it was about 1" away from DC. Made my day, I'll tell you.

Unfortunately the rest of the string wasn't near as good. I dropped six points and only attained 5 x's for record. Ah well. I still had fun.
 
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