The best shot you've ever seen.
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PistolPackin'Papa
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The best, ah, the luckiest shot I ever made
Riding shotgun in an old pickup on a bumpy mountain road at night, spotlighting a critter out the rear window, with my 243. 1 shot, critter was running also, 400 yrds. Never happen again, never be that dumb again either.
Luckiest shot, not being shot myself.
Night preditor eradication. (OKed by the land owner actually)
Climbing up a hill, by moon light and flashlight, my oldest son, then 11, thinks he sees a snake about to bite his dad. At least that is his story
Unloads a 30 round clip of my AR-15 into the "snake," about 3 feet from my feet Now he is 37, and yes we are both still alive. He still holds to the original story. You can imagine what my hunting buddy, not 7 years out of Nam, was thinking at the bottom of the hill hearing a full 30 round clip of 223 going off at night. 
Injury or not, he was up that hill in seconds locked and loaded.
Riding shotgun in an old pickup on a bumpy mountain road at night, spotlighting a critter out the rear window, with my 243. 1 shot, critter was running also, 400 yrds. Never happen again, never be that dumb again either.
Luckiest shot, not being shot myself.
Night preditor eradication. (OKed by the land owner actually)
Climbing up a hill, by moon light and flashlight, my oldest son, then 11, thinks he sees a snake about to bite his dad. At least that is his story
Unloads a 30 round clip of my AR-15 into the "snake," about 3 feet from my feet Now he is 37, and yes we are both still alive. He still holds to the original story. You can imagine what my hunting buddy, not 7 years out of Nam, was thinking at the bottom of the hill hearing a full 30 round clip of 223 going off at night. Injury or not, he was up that hill in seconds locked and loaded.Made a pretty good one myself, and have to brag a bit.
I had just bought a new Marlin lever action in .35 Remington. My brother-in-law was driving me across his farm fields to go sight it in. He saw a big ground hog a good distance away and said, "Throw one at him." I loaded one round and leaned across his truck hood. Used a little Kentucky windage and elevation. Nailed him.
My brother-in-law counted fence posts and figured he was right at 300 yards.
Not bad for iron sights and the first round through the rifle.
Lucky shot? Naw.
I had just bought a new Marlin lever action in .35 Remington. My brother-in-law was driving me across his farm fields to go sight it in. He saw a big ground hog a good distance away and said, "Throw one at him." I loaded one round and leaned across his truck hood. Used a little Kentucky windage and elevation. Nailed him.
My brother-in-law counted fence posts and figured he was right at 300 yards.
Not bad for iron sights and the first round through the rifle.
Lucky shot? Naw.
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You got me beat
Mine was through a 4 power scope and just pure dumb luck. Sure did impress the kids though. Parents have to use all the tools in the arsnal.
Mine was through a 4 power scope and just pure dumb luck. Sure did impress the kids though. Parents have to use all the tools in the arsnal.
grizz
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I shot a Canadian goose flying, 75-100 yards away, with a .44 mag revolver. One shot, straight through center mass. Found the bird after about 20 minutes and ate it up that night. Damn good eats too.
Yes, I was poaching, yes I got cought, yes I got fined, but it was worth every penny (and turned out to be cheaper than hunting legally in PA as a non-res).
Only animal I've ever poached and will never do it again.
Yes, I was poaching, yes I got cought, yes I got fined, but it was worth every penny (and turned out to be cheaper than hunting legally in PA as a non-res).
Only animal I've ever poached and will never do it again.
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Nice, very well-written story.
Nice, very well-written story.
sacp81170a
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Out on the range one day with the wife. One hotshot kid with a buddy and his girlfriend and another experienced shooter are my witnesses. Wife saw a red wasp on the target frame (made of 2x4's) 15 yards downrange and wanted me to shoot it. The hotshot had been trying to impress his girlfriend and buddy what a killer-elite-trained-sniper-ninja he was with a bunch of cheap handguns and rifles. I waited 'til the wasp was on the edge of the frame, took careful aim with my P-89 (9mm) and splattered it. Hotshot packed up his guns and left, experienced shooter looked at me and smiled. I do *NOT* claim to be able to repeat that feat.
Big_R
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I once shot a mouse in my basement with a blowgun. You see, I was at home with the kids while my wife was at night classes. Trying to be a good husband, I went to retrieve the vacum. While grabbing the handle, a mouse runs out from said vacuum into a small space between a cabinet and the wall.
Not wanting to frighten the children (or damage the cabinet or house) I reached for my blowgun. Stuck it right to the carpet, no squeak, no mess. I contemplated taking a picture, but didn't have the heart.
Ryan
Not wanting to frighten the children (or damage the cabinet or house) I reached for my blowgun. Stuck it right to the carpet, no squeak, no mess. I contemplated taking a picture, but didn't have the heart.
Ryan
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The best shot I ever saw ?????
I good friend of mine, (David Ray Monroe), from a very small town, Tarheel, North Carolina, on highway 87, yes it is a real town. We were out on a very warm late spring day, on the Cape Fear River fishing. There was a very large Copperhead snake sunning on the river bank. David picked up his Ruger, (either a .44 or .45) ball and cap black powder pistol. The snake was at least 40 feet away, with the first shot he hit the snake. The ball passed through both eyes, didn't even break the lower jaw bone. Made one of the nicest belts I ever saw. True story, I saw it when it happened.
I good friend of mine, (David Ray Monroe), from a very small town, Tarheel, North Carolina, on highway 87, yes it is a real town. We were out on a very warm late spring day, on the Cape Fear River fishing. There was a very large Copperhead snake sunning on the river bank. David picked up his Ruger, (either a .44 or .45) ball and cap black powder pistol. The snake was at least 40 feet away, with the first shot he hit the snake. The ball passed through both eyes, didn't even break the lower jaw bone. Made one of the nicest belts I ever saw. True story, I saw it when it happened.
Stainless Chili
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I'm not going to "out-do" anyone here; besides, that's not the point.
But one in particular did feel good.
I usually shoot alone, in the woods, at cans.
I invited an ex-Marine out, him with his Eclipse, and me with a CCW745.
I shot from the hip, and he was using his sights.
I had a perfect target: a miniature steel bucket, about 4" across at the top.
We took turns hitting it, and after it was getting out there, I still "kicked" it; it might have been 60 feet or so, but I was shooting, as stated, from the hip. True, not stellar, but fun as all-get-out.
Back then, I was shooting 300-800 rounds a week in this manner. Wasting ammo, as many learned people said. But phooey on them. It was fun to me.
Do anything long enough, and you are bound to get good at it.
The other memorial time was hitting foot+ long pine cones at 400+ feet with a Buckmark. The air was so clear, you'd be hard-pressed to miss. And the isolation factor helped. There was no one to impress. Just you and the target. The way it should be.
But one in particular did feel good.
I usually shoot alone, in the woods, at cans.
I invited an ex-Marine out, him with his Eclipse, and me with a CCW745.
I shot from the hip, and he was using his sights.
I had a perfect target: a miniature steel bucket, about 4" across at the top.
We took turns hitting it, and after it was getting out there, I still "kicked" it; it might have been 60 feet or so, but I was shooting, as stated, from the hip. True, not stellar, but fun as all-get-out.
Back then, I was shooting 300-800 rounds a week in this manner. Wasting ammo, as many learned people said. But phooey on them. It was fun to me.
Do anything long enough, and you are bound to get good at it.
The other memorial time was hitting foot+ long pine cones at 400+ feet with a Buckmark. The air was so clear, you'd be hard-pressed to miss. And the isolation factor helped. There was no one to impress. Just you and the target. The way it should be.
I went to the U of MN, which contrary to most believe has THREE campuses in the twin cities. There is the well known East Bank and West Bank (seperated by the mississippi), for the most part East Bank is your mainstream university stuff, while the West Bank was Law, prelaw, history, and a few others.
Well, there is also St Paul campus, which is primarily agriculture, (vetrinary, animal science, agronomy, horticulture, etc) forestry, food science, and because it was once the home of 'home economics' type stuff, the fabric fassion, internal design, etc type stuff is there (think stereotypical gay stuff...made for an interesting student mix, although as the buidligns for each type were pretty much together, not a lot of mixing). Because of the plant/animal part thanks to ag, lots of the bio-sciences labs and offices as well as some classes ended up over there too.
ANNYYWAYY...There is a huge squirrel infestation, Most average college kid thinks they are cute, feed them, etc. (once saw a student try and feed a squirrel a bit of twinky, the squirrel chased the kid for the other half) But on St. Paul campus, us farm kids saw the squirrels at best as pests known for chewing through the roof of the grainery, and were appauled by the 'tame' status (although the squirrels on our campus were much less tame)
So this vet student and I made a blowgun out of a long glass pipe from a lab, a little packing cotton, and the needle from a hypodermic. As a vet student, he was able to get some stuff to knock animals out, and would simply dip the needle in it. We would take the bus over to East Bank in the evening and hunt squirrels. Took about a month before the damned buggers learned to fear us. He was much better at it than me, frequently dropping squirrels 30 feet away in a tree.
So whatever he had woujdl knock them out, but we weren't sure how much was left in their system, so I would toss them in a laundry sack, then after our excursion we would wait for the drug to wear off, whack em in the back of the head, skin em with a scalpul, the cook em in the stove that was on the dorm common area.
Let me tell you we got a lot of hate from the city kids once they found out what we were doing. Mostly we told them it was collecting for class and they would be released later.
Well, there is also St Paul campus, which is primarily agriculture, (vetrinary, animal science, agronomy, horticulture, etc) forestry, food science, and because it was once the home of 'home economics' type stuff, the fabric fassion, internal design, etc type stuff is there (think stereotypical gay stuff...made for an interesting student mix, although as the buidligns for each type were pretty much together, not a lot of mixing). Because of the plant/animal part thanks to ag, lots of the bio-sciences labs and offices as well as some classes ended up over there too.
ANNYYWAYY...There is a huge squirrel infestation, Most average college kid thinks they are cute, feed them, etc. (once saw a student try and feed a squirrel a bit of twinky, the squirrel chased the kid for the other half) But on St. Paul campus, us farm kids saw the squirrels at best as pests known for chewing through the roof of the grainery, and were appauled by the 'tame' status (although the squirrels on our campus were much less tame)
So this vet student and I made a blowgun out of a long glass pipe from a lab, a little packing cotton, and the needle from a hypodermic. As a vet student, he was able to get some stuff to knock animals out, and would simply dip the needle in it. We would take the bus over to East Bank in the evening and hunt squirrels. Took about a month before the damned buggers learned to fear us. He was much better at it than me, frequently dropping squirrels 30 feet away in a tree.
So whatever he had woujdl knock them out, but we weren't sure how much was left in their system, so I would toss them in a laundry sack, then after our excursion we would wait for the drug to wear off, whack em in the back of the head, skin em with a scalpul, the cook em in the stove that was on the dorm common area.
Let me tell you we got a lot of hate from the city kids once they found out what we were doing. Mostly we told them it was collecting for class and they would be released later.
sm
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The shot I did not take
I have been fortunate to be around some great shooters in various disciplines; I have seen some great shooting.
One comes to mind...
Skeet Club with a 5 stand set up as well
Kids day and every kid gets a prize, and all sorts of other goodies. Hot Dogs, Hamburgers, and the fixin's to go with it.
Kids day, so we have all sorts of activities for the kids, and some depend on the kid's size.
One activity the kids were on Low 7 and shot a clay. Now we assisted the kids, and we wanted to make sure they got a hit. Safely - behind low house, we had shooters to shoot upon report of kid shooting. We wanted the kids to get a hit, build self esteem...etc. Still with a .410 this puts a bit of pressure on the hidden shooter..
This Grandpa had presented his granddaughter a kid's sized .410. You get misty eyes seeing this. Grandpa helping that grandkid take the first shots, balloons. Later over at the pattern board...beaming when folks ask to see it, shoulder it...She was almost eight years old.
"I want to shoot that game Grandpa with my new gun, will you help me?"
I was the shooter behind the low house hidden. I could not see this...I could hear them - rest of the story had to be shared with me...
Grandpa asked to see the targets thrown a few times and let her dry fire thru these. He was helping by holding onto forearm, telling when to fire...
"Pull-it" she called
Clay is in flight and I am on it...waiting for report...waiting....c'mon kid, shoot..."bang" she fires and I almost shot, I did not have to, target broke!
Applause , folks yelling "she did it!", I am trying to be cool and not hurry around, and come to find out grandpa did not help, she did this all by herself.
"Oh...Oh I did it!" She had to have help getting the gun open , she was excited to say the least, grandpa's chest about to bust buttons. Gun empty, that shell went into her pocket.
"I need to get my clay please, make it safe!"
So the field is Safe and the kid is telling grandpa to hurry, seems amongst all them broken clays she know which one is hers...
Yeah, we got a kid putting clay pcs in her hat...
"Supposed to shoot my hat, but mine if full...". Okay so the kid only shot once, she has not missed, straight in our book, another free kid's hat is produced and we shoot the hat, grandpa shoots the little ladies .410, I am asked to shoot with the .410 [reminded to not miss as this gun does not have any misses she says...].
Little girl has a Mason Jar with that hull, pcs of clay, and hat in her room at Grandparents. Jar is dated, and we all signed that jar with a Sharpie.
One of the Best Shots I never took.
Steve
I have been fortunate to be around some great shooters in various disciplines; I have seen some great shooting.
One comes to mind...
Skeet Club with a 5 stand set up as well
Kids day and every kid gets a prize, and all sorts of other goodies. Hot Dogs, Hamburgers, and the fixin's to go with it.
Kids day, so we have all sorts of activities for the kids, and some depend on the kid's size.
One activity the kids were on Low 7 and shot a clay. Now we assisted the kids, and we wanted to make sure they got a hit. Safely - behind low house, we had shooters to shoot upon report of kid shooting. We wanted the kids to get a hit, build self esteem...etc. Still with a .410 this puts a bit of pressure on the hidden shooter..
This Grandpa had presented his granddaughter a kid's sized .410. You get misty eyes seeing this. Grandpa helping that grandkid take the first shots, balloons. Later over at the pattern board...beaming when folks ask to see it, shoulder it...She was almost eight years old.
"I want to shoot that game Grandpa with my new gun, will you help me?"
I was the shooter behind the low house hidden. I could not see this...I could hear them - rest of the story had to be shared with me...
Grandpa asked to see the targets thrown a few times and let her dry fire thru these. He was helping by holding onto forearm, telling when to fire...
"Pull-it" she called
Clay is in flight and I am on it...waiting for report...waiting....c'mon kid, shoot..."bang" she fires and I almost shot, I did not have to, target broke!
Applause , folks yelling "she did it!", I am trying to be cool and not hurry around, and come to find out grandpa did not help, she did this all by herself.
"Oh...Oh I did it!" She had to have help getting the gun open , she was excited to say the least, grandpa's chest about to bust buttons. Gun empty, that shell went into her pocket.
"I need to get my clay please, make it safe!"
So the field is Safe and the kid is telling grandpa to hurry, seems amongst all them broken clays she know which one is hers...
Yeah, we got a kid putting clay pcs in her hat...
"Supposed to shoot my hat, but mine if full...". Okay so the kid only shot once, she has not missed, straight in our book, another free kid's hat is produced and we shoot the hat, grandpa shoots the little ladies .410, I am asked to shoot with the .410 [reminded to not miss as this gun does not have any misses she says...].
Little girl has a Mason Jar with that hull, pcs of clay, and hat in her room at Grandparents. Jar is dated, and we all signed that jar with a Sharpie.
One of the Best Shots I never took.
Steve
Steve, thank you.
Great story as always.
When I was a kid in the St. Louis area in the 60's there was a guy who did an outdoors show who used to go around giving shooting demonstrations. He used a BB gun with no sights and had someone stand about 30' away flipping aspirins up the air and he's shoot them in flight. All you saw were little puffs of white dust. I'll always remember watching him do that.
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Best shots I've seen: Chief AJ, Bill Oglesby
How many of you guys have heard of Chief AJ? He was on the cover of one of those gun rags twenty years ago after shooting something like 65,000 little wooden blocks out of the air with Ruger 10-22's... consecutively, without a miss! I didn't witness that, but I know several who were there.
I've had the privilege of living just twenty miles away from this guy. The guy is phenomenal (however you spell it). Took his rifle shooting class about a month ago. "Moving target marksmanship". He taught two of us how to consistently shoot trap... with ruger 10-22s. He himself simply doesn't miss those birds. Like ever. He was also shooting aspirin tablets and paint balls out of the air without fail. Try that sometime.
This guy tells stories that sound like tall tales, but they are 100% true.
Hit two wolves at a dead run at better than 400 yards in Alaska a few years ago. It was a balmy 30 below that day. He's got the hides to prove it. And the guide as a witness.
His shooting ability is amazing. And it goes for archery as well. Appropriate as Chief AJ isn't a Air Force Chief or Navy Chief. He's an Indian chief. Shot a buck at a dead run in the head with an arrow at better than 40 yards a few years ago. With a friggin' recurve bow!
And then there is Bill Oglesby.
Ever heard a man shoot a single action wheelgun five times that sounded like a single shot. He does this exhibition style on a regular basis. He plays golf with his revolver, too, calling his shots (including hook, slice, to the left, to the right or dead ahead) after throwing the golf ball into the air (or having an assistant drawn at random from the crowd do it).
These guys can shoot!
If you haven't witnessed it yourself, you would probably question the veracity of the above. I know I did, being a little jaded about shooting and people claiming to have "amazing" talents with guns.
It's one of those things where your mouth hangs open after you see the first one or two of these shots. Then you think, "Oh, that was just a fluke." Then they make you a believer.
John
How many of you guys have heard of Chief AJ? He was on the cover of one of those gun rags twenty years ago after shooting something like 65,000 little wooden blocks out of the air with Ruger 10-22's... consecutively, without a miss! I didn't witness that, but I know several who were there.
I've had the privilege of living just twenty miles away from this guy. The guy is phenomenal (however you spell it). Took his rifle shooting class about a month ago. "Moving target marksmanship". He taught two of us how to consistently shoot trap... with ruger 10-22s. He himself simply doesn't miss those birds. Like ever. He was also shooting aspirin tablets and paint balls out of the air without fail. Try that sometime.
This guy tells stories that sound like tall tales, but they are 100% true.
Hit two wolves at a dead run at better than 400 yards in Alaska a few years ago. It was a balmy 30 below that day. He's got the hides to prove it. And the guide as a witness.
His shooting ability is amazing. And it goes for archery as well. Appropriate as Chief AJ isn't a Air Force Chief or Navy Chief. He's an Indian chief. Shot a buck at a dead run in the head with an arrow at better than 40 yards a few years ago. With a friggin' recurve bow!
And then there is Bill Oglesby.
Ever heard a man shoot a single action wheelgun five times that sounded like a single shot. He does this exhibition style on a regular basis. He plays golf with his revolver, too, calling his shots (including hook, slice, to the left, to the right or dead ahead) after throwing the golf ball into the air (or having an assistant drawn at random from the crowd do it).
These guys can shoot!
If you haven't witnessed it yourself, you would probably question the veracity of the above. I know I did, being a little jaded about shooting and people claiming to have "amazing" talents with guns.
It's one of those things where your mouth hangs open after you see the first one or two of these shots. Then you think, "Oh, that was just a fluke." Then they make you a believer.
John
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Okay, one more story...
So, I'm helping on one of the lines at a friend's Boy Scouts / NRA Shooting Camp of sorts.
That evening, we have an exhibition - including show and tell.
We had discovered Tannerite about a month before this, so we thought we'd shoot some for some ooh's and ahh's.
So here we are with 100ish scouts, probably almost half that many adults and "VIP" exhibition guys and gals.
My friend, who shall remain nameless, is a leftie and had a left-handed sporting rifle with decent optics. He fired twice. And missed. And he's getting embarassed.
Now, a container of tannerite is about the size of a can of deodorant. And it looks mighty small at 100 yards - what we determined would be a doubly-safe distance as we didn't want anything coming back to injure the kids. (I'm not bashful if it's just me. I'll shoot it at 50 feet and grin while the dirt is raining down on me.) There were two of them and two smaller zip lock bags of the stuff for a total of four targets.
I'm a smart-alec and gave him some grief about missing. I ask if he wants me to take a shot. He jumped at the offer after that good-natured ribbing about missing those "big" orange Tannerite targets.
"Okay, big guy! Let's see you do it."
Uh-oh. What did I just do? I'm a long way from a great shot.
So I sit down, get situated shooting an uncomfortable rifle, left-handed, with a stock trigger. (I'm a rightie and my "precision" rifles have 2ish# Timney triggers.) I line up and I can feel those 150+ pairs of eyes watching my every move. It's one thing to sit down with a rifle alone on the range and be able to make a good shot. It's quite another to have 150 people looking over your shoulder. ... While shooting weak-handed with a south-paw rifle!
Finally, after about three or four breath cycles of gradually increasing pressure on the trigger then running out of oxygen and restarting the breathing cycle, the trigger finally breaks and "KABOOM". The target disappears in a cloud of grey smoke.
WHEW!
I find the second target, slightly obscured. After taking what seemed like forever (only 30 l-o-n-g seconds on the video), I fired again. KABOOM!
My friend asks if I want to try the other two and I said, "NOPE! I'm quittin' while I'm ahead!" The crowd laughed and applauded.
For many folks with center-fire rifles, hitting a cylindrical target like that is not a big deal at all at 100 yards. Given the "pressure", I felt like that target might as well as have been the size of a postage stamp!
John
So, I'm helping on one of the lines at a friend's Boy Scouts / NRA Shooting Camp of sorts.
That evening, we have an exhibition - including show and tell.
We had discovered Tannerite about a month before this, so we thought we'd shoot some for some ooh's and ahh's.
So here we are with 100ish scouts, probably almost half that many adults and "VIP" exhibition guys and gals.
My friend, who shall remain nameless, is a leftie and had a left-handed sporting rifle with decent optics. He fired twice. And missed. And he's getting embarassed.
Now, a container of tannerite is about the size of a can of deodorant. And it looks mighty small at 100 yards - what we determined would be a doubly-safe distance as we didn't want anything coming back to injure the kids. (I'm not bashful if it's just me. I'll shoot it at 50 feet and grin while the dirt is raining down on me.) There were two of them and two smaller zip lock bags of the stuff for a total of four targets.
I'm a smart-alec and gave him some grief about missing. I ask if he wants me to take a shot. He jumped at the offer after that good-natured ribbing about missing those "big" orange Tannerite targets.
"Okay, big guy! Let's see you do it."
Uh-oh. What did I just do? I'm a long way from a great shot.
So I sit down, get situated shooting an uncomfortable rifle, left-handed, with a stock trigger. (I'm a rightie and my "precision" rifles have 2ish# Timney triggers.) I line up and I can feel those 150+ pairs of eyes watching my every move. It's one thing to sit down with a rifle alone on the range and be able to make a good shot. It's quite another to have 150 people looking over your shoulder. ... While shooting weak-handed with a south-paw rifle!
Finally, after about three or four breath cycles of gradually increasing pressure on the trigger then running out of oxygen and restarting the breathing cycle, the trigger finally breaks and "KABOOM". The target disappears in a cloud of grey smoke.
WHEW!
I find the second target, slightly obscured. After taking what seemed like forever (only 30 l-o-n-g seconds on the video), I fired again. KABOOM!
My friend asks if I want to try the other two and I said, "NOPE! I'm quittin' while I'm ahead!" The crowd laughed and applauded.
For many folks with center-fire rifles, hitting a cylindrical target like that is not a big deal at all at 100 yards. Given the "pressure", I felt like that target might as well as have been the size of a postage stamp!
John
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My Grandfather, James Clark, born 1886, was a railroad engineer for UP for many years. He used to carry a .45 Peacemaker and a 94 Winchester in the cab of the locomotive with him. He taught my mother to shoot from a moving train when she was small (10-12). Fast forward to the 1960's we are out at the local quarry with a group of about 8 people, including the local SAC for the FBI. Grandpa (now in his mid 80's) has that old Peacemaker on his hip. The Fibbie asks Grandpa if it still shoots, Grandpa kinda looks at the Fibbie, allows as how yep, it's a pretty good old piece. There are 5 cans set up on rocks about 25 yards away, Grandpa turns around, draws and knocks all five cans off shooting from the hip in probably 3-4 seconds He turns back around with his sly little smile and asks, "Is that good enough for you?" The Fibbie picked his jaw up got in his car and left, never to be seen at the quarry again
He turns back around with his sly little smile and asks, "Is that good enough for you?" The Fibbie picked his jaw up got in his car and left, never to be seen at the quarry again
Legionnaire
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Good stories; thanks!
I've seen several pretty amazing shots, but the one that comes to mind is one made by my father-in-law. He's the man who turned me on to hunting, which led to my more general interest in firearms and shooting.
Now I've gotten pretty good with rifles and handguns, and have taken deer with rifle, shotgun, handgun, and bow. But I've never gotten a natural feel for shotgunning. I keep trying to aim the thing. Dad doesn't have that problem.
Before my last move, Dad and I used to hunt small game, especially rabbits, every year. Neither of us has a dog, so we'd bust brush with and for each other. I probably hit every third one I shoot at, but with Dad it's a different story.
We were out at his nephew's farm one day, working our way through the fields kicking the brush. A rabbit took off from just in front of me, running toward my father-in-law ... so I had no shot. I hollered "Rabbit!" and Dad saw it coming. The critter angled away from Dad and he drew down on it as it passed at say, 20 yards. BLAM! "Got one!" he yells. "Check that; got TWO!" Apparently, the rabbit was heading for its hole, and ran up on a cousin that was standing by the entrance. Shotgun and running rabbit converged on the unsuspecting critter and Dad rolled both bunnies with his single shot!
I often go home one for three. Hard to beat a guy who takes 'em two for one!
I've seen several pretty amazing shots, but the one that comes to mind is one made by my father-in-law. He's the man who turned me on to hunting, which led to my more general interest in firearms and shooting.
Now I've gotten pretty good with rifles and handguns, and have taken deer with rifle, shotgun, handgun, and bow. But I've never gotten a natural feel for shotgunning. I keep trying to aim the thing. Dad doesn't have that problem.
Before my last move, Dad and I used to hunt small game, especially rabbits, every year. Neither of us has a dog, so we'd bust brush with and for each other. I probably hit every third one I shoot at, but with Dad it's a different story.
We were out at his nephew's farm one day, working our way through the fields kicking the brush. A rabbit took off from just in front of me, running toward my father-in-law ... so I had no shot. I hollered "Rabbit!" and Dad saw it coming. The critter angled away from Dad and he drew down on it as it passed at say, 20 yards. BLAM! "Got one!" he yells. "Check that; got TWO!" Apparently, the rabbit was heading for its hole, and ran up on a cousin that was standing by the entrance. Shotgun and running rabbit converged on the unsuspecting critter and Dad rolled both bunnies with his single shot!
I often go home one for three. Hard to beat a guy who takes 'em two for one!
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Well, Elmer Keith once killed SIX rabbits with one shot. I know it's true because I read it in one of his books.....
A friend of mine tells a story about how he spent a lot of time trying to persuade another friend of his to go out after pheasants with him. The other guy had done very little hunting, but his house was stuffed to the rafters with trophies for trap shooting.
Anyhow, my friend eventually got the trap guy to tag along one day.
They went for what amounted to a nice walk around the fields carrying the guns, while the dog would put up a pheasant every now and then.
The trap guy was fast. The dog would put up a pheasant, and my friend would barely have the gun half way to his shoulder when the other fella would drop the bird.
This happened a few times, so he said: "Hey, give me chance at something here." The other guy said: "Okay, the next one is yours."
In due course, another pheasant took off. My friend says that this time, he actually got the gun to his shoulder before the other guy shot the bird.
"Hey!" he said, "I thought you were going to leave that one for me?"
"I did," said the other guy, "so I waited, and waited, and waited. But, I couldn't wait any longer."
Anyhow, my friend eventually got the trap guy to tag along one day.
They went for what amounted to a nice walk around the fields carrying the guns, while the dog would put up a pheasant every now and then.
The trap guy was fast. The dog would put up a pheasant, and my friend would barely have the gun half way to his shoulder when the other fella would drop the bird.
This happened a few times, so he said: "Hey, give me chance at something here." The other guy said: "Okay, the next one is yours."
In due course, another pheasant took off. My friend says that this time, he actually got the gun to his shoulder before the other guy shot the bird.
"Hey!" he said, "I thought you were going to leave that one for me?"
"I did," said the other guy, "so I waited, and waited, and waited. But, I couldn't wait any longer."
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Major Frank Green, USAF MTU, 200-?X, (I forgot his X count), 50 yard slow fire, It was either Center Fire or 45ACP, I don't remember.... Dallas Pistol and Revolver Club, early seventies. I was a block officer and one of many who signed that target center.
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Major Frank Green, USAF MTU, 200-?X, (I forgot his X count), 50 yard slow fire, It was either Center Fire or 45ACP, I don't remember.... Dallas Pistol and Revolver Club, early seventies. I was a block officer and one of many who signed the target centers.
I don't remember if it was a Regional, Registered, or Approved Match.
If you aren't familar with NRA sanctioned events, 'Approved' events do not require the presence of a Referee. And, as a result. do not qualify for Nat'l records or 'Leg Points' toward the DCM Distinguished Master Classification.
At that time teams from the various Military MTUs were fiercely competitive. The teams were pretty much on extended Temporary Duty during the shooting season ending up at the National Championship Matches at Camp Perry.
Major Green was one of the best.
That was pretty impressive stuff for a 25 year old rookie like me.
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I don't remember if it was a Regional, Registered, or Approved Match.
If you aren't familar with NRA sanctioned events, 'Approved' events do not require the presence of a Referee. And, as a result. do not qualify for Nat'l records or 'Leg Points' toward the DCM Distinguished Master Classification.
At that time teams from the various Military MTUs were fiercely competitive. The teams were pretty much on extended Temporary Duty during the shooting season ending up at the National Championship Matches at Camp Perry.
Major Green was one of the best.
That was pretty impressive stuff for a 25 year old rookie like me.
salty.
salty.
the naked prophet
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The best shot I've personally made was with a blow gun in the dorms my sophomore year.
For valentines day, the cafeteria had those frilly tipped toothpicks in pink and red. Why, I don't know. We would shoot them through straws, and they'd go a few feet. I duct taped two straws together, and they went much farther... Eventually, at four straws, I decided I needed something better.
I bought a 3 foot length of brass tube at a hobby supply store. I added a pill bottle as an anti-inhaling-the-dart mouthpiece, and made crude sights. Soon, I could shoot those toothpicks so hard they would stick into the wallpaper, cieling tiles, or those funny unfolding paper frilly decorations they hang from the cieling.
I decided that I needed better darts. So I bought a small pack of needles, cut up an old t-shirt, and super-glued some material onto the back of the needles. I made some with pushpins from which I had removed the plastic handle, and even a few from gigantic corsage pins and small nails. A large assortment of ammo. The nails would actually stick into the cinderblock walls...
Anyway, Albert and I were studying Calc II in the study lounge, and eating Burger King. A wasp flies in. We decide that I should shoot it with the blow gun. The study lounge is about 30 feet long, with the wasp at one end (the end with sliding glass doors) and the door to the hall at the other end. I don't want to make the wasp angry with a near miss, and then be in the same room with it, so I stood in the hall outside the study lounge while Albert stood nearby to close the door in case of an angered wasp.
The wasp is about 40 feet away now. I load up a needle dart (they shoot the flattest, being the lightest weight) and hit the wasp on the second shot. Then I grabbed my camera, held up the dart by the fuzzy green end with a pair of tweezers, and took a picture. Here is that picture.
For valentines day, the cafeteria had those frilly tipped toothpicks in pink and red. Why, I don't know. We would shoot them through straws, and they'd go a few feet. I duct taped two straws together, and they went much farther... Eventually, at four straws, I decided I needed something better.
I bought a 3 foot length of brass tube at a hobby supply store. I added a pill bottle as an anti-inhaling-the-dart mouthpiece, and made crude sights. Soon, I could shoot those toothpicks so hard they would stick into the wallpaper, cieling tiles, or those funny unfolding paper frilly decorations they hang from the cieling.
I decided that I needed better darts. So I bought a small pack of needles, cut up an old t-shirt, and super-glued some material onto the back of the needles. I made some with pushpins from which I had removed the plastic handle, and even a few from gigantic corsage pins and small nails. A large assortment of ammo. The nails would actually stick into the cinderblock walls...
Anyway, Albert and I were studying Calc II in the study lounge, and eating Burger King. A wasp flies in. We decide that I should shoot it with the blow gun. The study lounge is about 30 feet long, with the wasp at one end (the end with sliding glass doors) and the door to the hall at the other end. I don't want to make the wasp angry with a near miss, and then be in the same room with it, so I stood in the hall outside the study lounge while Albert stood nearby to close the door in case of an angered wasp.
The wasp is about 40 feet away now. I load up a needle dart (they shoot the flattest, being the lightest weight) and hit the wasp on the second shot. Then I grabbed my camera, held up the dart by the fuzzy green end with a pair of tweezers, and took a picture. Here is that picture.
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Summer '76
Outdoor Editor of the station I was with, Farm and Ranch Editor and myself. spent a weekend at a 30,000 acre ranch in the Valley. We were after coyotes.
I got off a fair shot the first night. We were in the bed of a pickup running down the grass landing strip at a pretty good clip. Rabbits every where. I got one with a Sheridan (sp?) air rifle with open sights. Ate it for breakfast! Very tasty.
The best shot I've ever seen happened the next day. We were walking along a fence line when the Farm and Ranch guy spotted a mangy coyote that I couldn't even see at first. After looking through the glasses I saw him abot 600 yrds off.
Outdoor Editor raised his 30.06 just as the old bugger started haulin', and got him on the fly! That was the greatest shot I've ever seen. Seems like it took forever driving over to see what was left! 4 wheel drive never came in handier!
Night hunting was fun..wearing the headlight gear and seeing only the eyes, then dropping the 12 gauge and nailin' 'em! Doesn't seem like 30 years ago.
Outdoor Editor of the station I was with, Farm and Ranch Editor and myself. spent a weekend at a 30,000 acre ranch in the Valley. We were after coyotes.
I got off a fair shot the first night. We were in the bed of a pickup running down the grass landing strip at a pretty good clip. Rabbits every where. I got one with a Sheridan (sp?) air rifle with open sights. Ate it for breakfast! Very tasty.
The best shot I've ever seen happened the next day. We were walking along a fence line when the Farm and Ranch guy spotted a mangy coyote that I couldn't even see at first. After looking through the glasses I saw him abot 600 yrds off.
Outdoor Editor raised his 30.06 just as the old bugger started haulin', and got him on the fly! That was the greatest shot I've ever seen. Seems like it took forever driving over to see what was left! 4 wheel drive never came in handier!
Night hunting was fun..wearing the headlight gear and seeing only the eyes, then dropping the 12 gauge and nailin' 'em! Doesn't seem like 30 years ago.
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I use to shoot with this guy named Roger Olson, out in the country near Minot AFB, ND.
He, to this day, is the best dang shot I have ever seen. He had this old .22, I don't remember the model, that was the most accurate thing when it was in his hands. He killed many a rabbit with that .22. But that is not what impressed me about his shooting. Now, all you clay shooters out there I want you to try this because it kind of falls somewhere near your sports. Roger would take a paintball, with the rifle in the other hand, toss that paintball into the air and shoulder the old .22 and splatter the paintball. All with iron sights. Out of the hundred or so times that I witnessed him trying this, I can only recall him missing once or twice.
He, to this day, is the best dang shot I have ever seen. He had this old .22, I don't remember the model, that was the most accurate thing when it was in his hands. He killed many a rabbit with that .22. But that is not what impressed me about his shooting. Now, all you clay shooters out there I want you to try this because it kind of falls somewhere near your sports. Roger would take a paintball, with the rifle in the other hand, toss that paintball into the air and shoulder the old .22 and splatter the paintball. All with iron sights. Out of the hundred or so times that I witnessed him trying this, I can only recall him missing once or twice.
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