What is the best shot you have ever made?

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I was about 12...

...And I had a .22 cal. Benjamin air rifle, which dad had given me for my 10th birthday. That rifle was always extremely accurate, and my buddy and I used to bait the neighborhood starlings to 20-25 yards or so with his dad's pigeon feed, and shoot 'em from behind at the base of the skull. It would make 'em spread their wings when they collapsed, and they'd look like they were hiding something, and draw more birds in. Anyway, I'm just shooting targets in the bullet trap, which I had setting in the back of the garage. I was setting in the driveway, maybe 30-35 feet away. Dad had one of those cardboard 55 gal. size drums he kept for scraps of lumber setting next to the bullet trap, and a horsefly that had been flitting around (don't know where it came from, we lived in the city) landed on the rim. I took the shot, and though I can't say I witnessed an actual hit, all I found was a short red smear on the lid of that drum...

I've shot woodchucks at 130+ yards with my MKII w/factory sights, and once shot a squirrel at 10 yards running flat-out along a branch with a snapshot from a scoped BL-22 (surprised me more than the squirrel, I think), but that fly remains in my memory as my most amazing personal shot.
 
Shooting Time said:
...I have 2 witness to this shot i shot a deer at over 1000 yds with my 300 WBY mag .it was more like a lucky shot using no rest. ...

I've never been hunting. I expect to have the opportunity to learn sometime this fall. Of course I'm reading all I can find to get at least as much book learning as I can before then (and yes I know it isn't the same but I figure I can at least get some concept as to what I need to be doing). I've gotten the impression from what I've read that when hunting, one shouldn't take shots that are beyond one's range (luck shots) because of the high probability of only wounding the animal.

Did I misunderstand something?
 
I was 12 years old .177 RWS Mod 52 rifle, shooting 2.5" high plastic toy soldiers at 30yards in the groin:evil:

I still have them in the basement with the pellets still firmly in place:D

Or it may have been a year later with a 7.62mm SLR rifle, iron sights, 600 yrds target work.
It was my first go of a centre fire rifle and I didn't hit a dam thing, but it got me hooked on shooting:D
 
Last year, Steel plate match, it started to rain pretty hard. So we retreated back to the covered shooting benches, and decided for kicks to take a string of the six 6" plates at that distance, around 45 yards or so.

There were four sets of 6 plates, two sets square, two sets round.

Everyone hit a plate once or twice, but mostly missed, as was expected.

I did average on the first one, missed the second entirely, average on the third, but hit and knocked down EVERY SINGLE PLATE on the forth. People suddenly got really interested in my gun after that. :D (plain jane rollmark SW1911 with my handloads)
 
I have 2 shots that I can think back to as being "wow did I just do that" moments.

The first was when I was shooting down at my old range and someone had hung up an old cast iron frying pan by a string on the 50 yard line. I managed to shoot the string with my 10/22T and drop the pan.

The second was with my trusty old crossman air rifle from my bedroom window. My mother had been getting disgusted with a chipmunk that had been tearing up her flower garden but she still forbid me to shoot it. Well one day when my parents were out I saw the culprit out in the garden. From about 15-20 yards away I fired 1 shot and dropped that chipmunk where he stood. When I approached to get rid of him I noticed that the pellet went in one ear and out the other. :what:
 
Don't know about best, but I know the most satisfying.

My dad and I went deer hunting sometime ago. He rolled his eyes bigtime when I pulled out my scoped Super Redhawk. He has never been a fan of handguns. Well, we came up dry as far as live game. He asked if I want to shoot his .308 Sako actioned rifle. Never one to pass up shooting a firearm of most sorts I said "sure." We set up an old oil can at about 100 yards. I missed...twice. In my defense I will say that I do not know the last time he sighted the thing in. So I drew down on the can with my .44, and hit it dead center...twice. The look on his face was pretty priceless. :D
 
I believe I may have told this story before, but here goes anyway...

A few years ago, my teenage son asked if we could make a trip to the range. He's always been more into rifle shooting (he really likes High Power), and I've been a practical pistol shooter, but when your teenage son would rather go somewhere with his dad than play video games or do whatever else kids do, then I figure I've won already.

So anyway, we get to the range and start out with shooting some clay birds. We both suck, but it was fun none-the-less.

We then transitioned to the AR-15 (iron sights) with targets set out at 50 yards. He shoots a bunch and then we decide to move the targets out to 100 yards.

Now mind you, these are 50 yard targets. With them set out to 100 yards, I can hardly see that there is a black area, much less aim at it.

We've gotten into the habit of calling each other's shots by the non-shooter looking through the spotting scope.

So, with my first shot, offhand, I put one clean through the X. My son says "Dad. I think you drilled the X."

I wish this was talent, but the other shots show that it was more luck than anything.
 

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My sons were maybe 10 & 14, a nephew wanted me to buy his expensive air rifle so he left it at my house for me to try out.

I took the kids to the cellar (it was the dead of winter, you see) and set up a cardboard box full of newspaper maybe 50 feet away. For targets, odds and ends on a table in front of the box and I said "Hey, let's try this." and I set up a lighted candle - told the kids to try and snuff out the flame with the pellet.

I took the first shot and darned if I didn't cut the wick right off and it fell on the table still burning.

I casually walked to the table, blew out the wick, relighted the candle and said "OK, that's it for me, you guys turn."

Didn't take another shot that whole night. The look on the boys faces was priceless.
 
I could tell you but no one would believe me. It just sound like total bullsh*t.
But I did it.
I'll just say that my Drill Sergeant was impressed. And that's hard to do.
I surprised myself even. And that's when my love of targetshooting began.
 
Heidelberg MWR Rod & Gun Club, about 2002, I guess. 2001? OK, how about: It was long ago, and far away...

Anyhow, a local Polizei shooter had a shiny new Desert Eagle .50AE and couldn't seem to get the darn sights set up right. If it had been a proper German piece of machinery, like an H&K...but noooo.

I was 1 berm over with one of the range's CZ75s, having a grand old time trying to do triple-taps from 7 yards. Mr. Cop-enstein took a break and proceeded to chide me about my obvious lack of skill and inabiltiy to handle a real caliber when I reloaded, (even Europeans kid about 9mms) so we traded places.

He did great with my setup, then we went over to his station (25 Yrds) to whoop my butt good and proper. Drum roll, please...

I made 1 shot, dead center, (yes, that would be dumb luck, thank you very much) but the darn hot brass bounced off the tin roof and back down into my shirt, whereupon I did the dance, so he got to save face, after all.

I gave him 5 Euros to cover the cost of the shot, shook his hand, and didn't get a ticket on the way home. Had a big, sh*t-eatin grin and a headache from the muzzle-blast, though.
 
We go to Hawaii to visit the daughter and her husband. At a state firing range I am shooting the daughtes's 4" smith m65 in .357 mag and the husband points out a sillywet of a Ram out there that looks like 200 yds. Tells me to take a whack at it.

You sillywet shooters know what the yardage is.

I had just finished reading Kieth about long range pistol shooting.

I draw down on it, off hand, cock up the barrel a little and shoot.

SIL says, "Well, I guess you....." dink!

He says, "Do that again."

I says, "Why? one shot, one kill." :p

My daughter was awful proud.
 
Groundhog standing in our compost bin, 40 yards from our back door. I opened the back window a crack and took a shot with a .177 caliber RWS 48 air rifle. Shot him through the throat and the pellet penetrated the spine, killing him instantly.

I've shot groundhogs with a .22LR, .223, and .243, but never had one just drop like that one did.
 
Catfish (in water) with a sterling 22lr. he was near the bank. I aimed about 6in under him. gottem in the belly. My friend ate him.
 
My two best shots both involve M-16A2's.

The first one was during Basic Training, at Ft. Benning, GA, fall of '89. We were doing our Basic Rifle Marksmanship qualification. I had had to pull SPORTS early during the itiration, so when I shot the 39th target, my bolt locked to the rear, as I had ejected a round while fixing my malfunction. Without thinking about it, I looked over, grabbed the round, threw it into the ejection port, hit the bolt release, and hit the 40th target. I ended up with a Sharpshooter qualification, and the Drill Sergeant's praise, as he was standing over my shoulder when I did it. Made me feel like John Wayne or something.

The second one was at Grafenwohr, Germany, summer of '91. We were doing Squad Live-Fire Lanes, at night, using a trench line to engage targets ranging in distance from 100 meters to 800 meters. The SAW gunners were supposed to engage the 800 meter targets. However, one SAW didn't have a night-vision scope, and the other's wasn't zeroed. In fact, I had the only weapon with a zeroed AN/PVS-2 in the squad. After the SAW gunners missed all 8 of the first set of 800 meter targets, I decided to engage the next batch. I hit 6 of the 8 before the other two went back down. I also hit 6 of the third string of 8. Granted, it took me about a full mag to hit those 12 targets, but, how many people can say that they've SUCCESSFULLY engaged man-sized targets at night, with an M-16A2, at a range of half a mile?
 
When I was 9 I shot a BB at a lizard, went through both eyes.

My second deer I ever shot was with an SKS at 110 yards while the deer was facing me.

I shot my Marlin 336 from the hip and hit a can I had set up 30 yards away.
 
Luckiest/Longest

Luckiest shot I ever pulled off on wild game was a 6 point buck running full tilt at 68 steps. Hit him in the back of the neck almost severed his head. Reason he was running like he was: I had just missed him standing still, broadside at 15 feet.........Go figure........

Longest shot on game was about 130 yards on a white tail with my six inch 629 open sites.

Best trick shot: A buddy of mine and I would get together and toss a can in the water. One of us would shoot just under it lauching it up into the air, the other would shoot it while airbourne. We would take turns as to which would launch it, and who'd fly shoot. We won an enormous amount of beer with this trick. We were doing this with Lew Horton limited addition Smith's mod 24-3 fourty four specials with three inch barrels.

God I wish I had those young eyes back.
 
I have made too many really great shots to get into here, lest you all think I'm a liar.

I will say that the FAVORITE best shot I ever made was as a teenager, about 15. I hit a flying crow at 200+ yards with one shot from my .22 Long Rifle Remington Targetmaster. Just led the sucker by about a 15 degrees, raised my barrel about 5 inches, and bang. I waited, and waited....then the crow started to tumble and then I heard the impact.

Qualifying Expert during Basic Training, the 600 yard man sized target was a pretty good challange, and I made that most of the time (before I got into trifocals.

My latest best shot was a shotgun shell sitting on the 50 yard line with one deliberate shot with my Ruger GP 100 shooting .38 caliber Remington. That one even blew me away. I packed up my guns that day after that shot and just let my buddies think it was normal *S* :evil:
 
My brother and I were trapshooting. I said "Watch this."

I dropped the shotgun to my hip and smoked the last bird.

My brother couldn't believe it and neither could I.

Kowboy
 
I shot a prarie dog @ 450yd's with my 22-250.
Then-My Dad,(not a gun guy) nailed a coyote at about 40yd's. With a single shot 22 rifle. AT 45 m.p.h. out of the passenger window of one of those souped-up coyote hunting pick-up trucks in the middle of a western Kansas wheat field! :eek: :uhoh: :cool:
I can't beat that!:cuss: :banghead:
 
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I have a friend who shot a fly with a sterling 22. it took him a good minute to slowly squeeze the trigger. I know he hit it because you could see a uniform splat aroung the hole on the wall.
 
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