What is the strangest shot you've ever taken?

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Was at the range, bumblebee flew between me and the target. I called the shot and hit it with my .45.

Shot a duck at around 125 yards with a pellet gun. I aimed 5ft left and 3 ft high in order to hit it. Had a witness for that one too.

Missed getting a perfect, not expert, but perfect, score on my M16 qualification the last 3 times, by one bullet each time.
 
When I was in college (many years ago) I was at the range with my roommate and we were target shooting 22s at 50 yards. He had brought a small pottery turtle and had been shooting at it for at least 10 minutes with a bolt action winchester with iron sights but had failed to hit it. So I started to tease him about it and asked him what his problem was. I then cranked of a shot from the hip with my Marlin 39, again, it was at 50 yards. The turtle shattered. I couldn't do it again in a million years, but simply looked at him again and asked, What's the problem?"
 
Crosman 760 smoothbore BB gun. Shooting at a bird on a wire that was impossibly far. Dumb, but we were 11 or so, at the time.

Telephone poll was, oh, I dunno - really far. And it was on the top of a big foot hill to boot.

4 of us goofing around. The other 3 kids each take a shot, and the bird doesn't even flinch. Mind you, this is a 10 pump BB gun, so the bird didn't care about us in the least, as we're pumping away. LAst up, and as the undisputed best shot, I took painstaking aim about 6 feet above the bird, thinking I could be the one to get close enough to scare it off. I heard snickers from the other kids, due to my waste of effort, while I took maybe half a minute lining up my shot. Iron sights, mind you. I had to use both eyes and scan up/down to see the bird and the sights. Sights were a full thumb above the dot of a bird. Zero wind that day. Darned if I didn't knock it off the wire with a busted wing. Took about 3 seconds for the BB to get there. The BB struck it right on the joint of the right wing with no penetration into the body; just a fleck of blood on its "elbow" and some missing feathers. If it had hit anywhere else, the bird would probably have just flown off, no worse for the experience.

I feel bad for the bird, but I became a legend that day.
 
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Great stories. Reminds me of the good ol days!
Story 1. I was crawling along a rocky creek bank in Kentwood LA, carring a Winchester semi auto .22 when I slipped on the rocks. While sliding down the bank, I noticed something flying out of my peripheral vision and swung the gun around and shot. 30 yard out, I find a small hawk. I felt bad about that.
Next was riding to work out in the country. My helper was driving. We turned onto the long dirt drive going back to the bldg. we were going to work on. At the start of this drive is a small pond. In the pond sat a duck. I told my helper, stop the truck! All I had with me was a Charter Arms .38 snub. I told him, watch this!
Duck is about 25 yds out and I aim and squeeze the trigger. The only movement from the duck is that his head just drops sideways into the water. He calls BS but we walk over and looks and it is a clean head shot!
Final is a group of friends and I all go out to our local shooting spot along a creek. I have my Winchester 9422M with me and I see a small bird hovering about 40 yards out and I say, betcha I can hit him! Lots of laughter and friendly comment procedd, so I shot. The is a small thing spiraling down to earth. Lots more comment about the falling object being a tree leaf. We walk over and sure enough, it is a hummingbird. Felt bad about that too!
My eyes don't work that well anymore!
 
I had to make a scrapbook as a class project. Waited until the last minute of course, and could not find the three- ring paper punch anywhere in the house at midnite. So I took the pages out to the garage and punched holes with .22 shorts.

The teacher did not make any comments about the powder burns...
 
took me a while but i think it would be one of two. first is betting a buddy that i could throw a clay, shoot it, then shoot every spent case as i ejected it out of my mossberg. well i did it and he had the displeasure of buying ammo for the next time we went shooting.

other would be when i worked at a wrecking yard. i would use a BB gun sometimes to pop the windows before processing the shell for the shredder. well one day i was popping windows across the yard with it (roughly about 50 yards) well my co workers bet that i couldn't drop the crow that was sitting on the light post on the other side of the cars and fence. held up the old daisy rifle with one hand at full extension and squeezed the trigger. didn't really mean to but caught it right in the head. as he fell to the ground dead instantly it reminded me of being a kid playing duck hunt on nintendo.
 
Hit a moving truck, which going at pretty good speed away from us with an HE round from an M203. We walked it off later and it was just over 300 meters. Slop pot luck shot.
 
A jackrabbit a good 600 meters out was the object of my miss.Unluckily for him , I hit him and really didn't even aim, just pointed and lifted the muzzle a bit.Right in the head!
 
I was shooting (17 HMR) at tic tacs at 100 yrds and a butterfly (I know such a peaceful creature) landed on one. Needless to say we are short one butterfly now.
 
called the shot and shot a fly off my target at 100yds with a stock marlin 60(had a high power scope).

Nothing incredible but I dont get to shoot anywhere but at the range and not to many strange shots happen there.

I LOVE shooting the texas star though.
 
At night, M-4 over my head, no sights, out the drivers hatch of a M-117 into a Baghdad store front picture window... out the side wall picture window... at Ali babas.
Why? Cause my Team Leader's weapon jammed because he used too much CLP in a desert enviroment... and I was afraid that if the female gunner ever stopped crying she would shoot me in the back of the head with the M2 .50
True story.
 
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There are several stories I could tell with "real" firearms, but I like this story better.

A few years ago I took my youngest boy on a father-and-son outing where the plan was to play paintball. Another dad and his boys were really into it (we were at their camp for the weekend) and provided all the equipment necessary for those of us who didn't have any. His hotshot son was bragging about all the paintball he had played, he was usually the last man standing, yada, yada, yada.

We were getting set up on the edge of the woods with an acre or two of open space in front of us and he asked me, "Ever played paintball before?" "No," says I, "but I've attended the Lethal Force Institute and put many thousands of rounds through my 9mm and .40 caliber handguns; this shouldn't be too different." I held the paintball gun (Tipmann?) like a handgun using a modified isocolese stance and took aim at a sapling about 30 yards out into the clearing and hit it's two-inch-diameter trunk dead center on the first shot. I was surprised, as I didn't think paintball guns were very accurate, but you should have seen the kid's face! His eyes got as big as saucers!

Just then the kid's dad yelled, "Hey, I hit that big flower thingy over there on my third shot; can anybody beat that?" So I turned and fired and again hit the darn thing dead center with a single shot. I turned to the kid and said, "I think I'm going to enjoy this! Think we'll be on the same team?"
 
Shot a flying mallard hen out of the air around 60 or 70 yards away, with a flintlock rifle. Man what a puff of feathers, there wasn't even enough left to eat!
 
What happened to that bird?
We raced up the hill and surrounded it, near the treeline. It looked perfectly fine, except for the broken wing. As we get there, one of the older kids was telling me to hurry up, saying it needed to be put down. But IIRC, I wanted to catch it and take it home to see if it could heal. We had it surrounded. I closed in, but when I reached for it, it bolted. It made it a couple hops into the woods and disappeared in the underbrush. :( Birds are fast, even on the ground!
 
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In my early teens was with a friend up my grandma's cabin in the woods. We both hand bb guns and I'm not a hunter, but, give a kid a bb gun in the woods and you instantly become one. So was trying to shoot a chipmunk that was running away from me, it jumped a small 2 foot wide by 1 foot deep depression that had a tree branch laying over it.
Shot it mid-air and blew its intestines out and hung there from the branch dangling. I have that image burned in my brain forever. Wish I had a camera phone then.
 
My Pop and I were deer hunting several years ago, slow day, mid afternoon sun, kind'a feeling like a nap. This Raven kept flying over us squawking, riding the thermals in this canyon and being a real pain. The third trip this dude made over us, Pop said ,"If that SOB comes back, I'll blow him outta the air." Pop was carrying his Rem. 700 ADL `06. About 5 min. later, the squawker came back, Pop sat up, took off the safety, raised the '`06 and blasted away....... that Raven evaporated in mid flap! There was just a cloud of black feathers spiraling around in the updraft. Then Pop said, "Well, now that I got that bast**d outta the way, I can take my nap." He and my grandpa were definitely very good shots.
 
Situation was;
Buncha good ole boys shootin in the back yard. One good ole boy has a brand spankin new SKS. We set up a 12 oz. bottle filled with pebbles and water about 60 yards out on a fence post.

Everybody took a shot at the bottle. Everyone missed.

I pulled out my everyday carry .38 snubbie, fired one shot and exploded the bottle.

Holstered my gun and nonchalantly indicated that I could do this all day every day.

Damn lucky shot!
 
I halfed a bumble bee (not the camaro) with a Gamo .177 pellet rifle at about 20 feet...okay it was more like 15 feet.
 
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