308win
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Wrong, please report to the Game Warden's office immediately.
What is your "best ever" shot?
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Wrong, please report to the Game Warden's office immediately.
lets see have a couple starling off the phone wire at over 200 yards iron sight 10/22, SHL. 425 yard antelope 243 off hood of jeep.double on doves w/old winchester single shot first at 45 yards second at 65 to 70 yards goin away. but my fave is shotgun leaning on fence while i watered post and drawing contender 410 strong hand only dove at 25 yards ,although dad said it was unfair to use bait. lol
Several years ago I had a scotch double on grouse in northern Minnesota. It was on purpose - saw both birds. I think I had a 2/3 on grouse once last year, but I'm not sure cuz my buddy was slingin' lead with me. I had a double on a couple of pheasants that flushed right in front of me. That one was impressive because they flushed in opposite directions. I had to turn about 160 degrees for the second shot
Mannlicher
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My best shot was an early morning shot across a peanut hay field. Killed a nice deer at 257 yards with my 1952 Mannlicher-Schoenauer rifle in .270 Winchester. I used a Leupold compact 2-8X scope.
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Hokkmike
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Just want you all to know I have read several times through all of your responses and it has been enjoyable. Thanks! Also, I don't think that we have a prevaricator in the bunch!
battlehatch
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My best shot was with an Arsenal AK SL-101 in LV area. I was out shooting with my mom and her BF. About 300 yds out on the side of a Mesa-thing, there was what looked to be a water cooler, Coleman style plastic. I adjusted the sight, popped a round off and the cooler fell. I thought that was pretty good.
Best shot I have ever seen with my own two eyes was my roommate. I got him into firearms and he's been hooked bad. We were at some BLM land here that has a rifle range. Some guys were shooting next to us and they brought old wine glasses out to 100yds. They were having trouble hitting them with 22's. Toward the end of our session, we asked if we could shoot the glasses and they gave us the ok. My roommate and I took aim. I shot first and hit the goblet portion. My roommate got upset since it was the last glass. I said, why don't you try and shoot the stem of it? Sure enough, he took aim and shot the stem out of the glass with one try. Everyone was pretty impressed. His head was so big he could hardly get back in the truck. Oh, and he did it with a .17HMR that he had just sighted in that day. No, BS. I probably couldn't have done it in one shot.
Best shot I have ever seen with my own two eyes was my roommate. I got him into firearms and he's been hooked bad. We were at some BLM land here that has a rifle range. Some guys were shooting next to us and they brought old wine glasses out to 100yds. They were having trouble hitting them with 22's. Toward the end of our session, we asked if we could shoot the glasses and they gave us the ok. My roommate and I took aim. I shot first and hit the goblet portion. My roommate got upset since it was the last glass. I said, why don't you try and shoot the stem of it? Sure enough, he took aim and shot the stem out of the glass with one try. Everyone was pretty impressed. His head was so big he could hardly get back in the truck. Oh, and he did it with a .17HMR that he had just sighted in that day. No, BS. I probably couldn't have done it in one shot.
My favorite "best shot ever" isn't mine, but my son's. He was 7 at the time and we were walking back to the jeep after taking a short hike out plinking at cans. A big ol' fat pigeon flew by, mayb 15 to 20 feet over head. Always the careful shooter, my son asked if he can take a shot at it. I gave him the OK, and he pulled up the Crossman Powermaster .177 he was totin', and smooth as butter squeezed off a shot. I heard the "thwap" of the the bb hitting the bird and saw a few feathers fly. The bird let out a squawk, changed course and continued on its way. I couldn't help but laugh and marvel at the luck of that shot, but my son never batted an eye, always expecting to hit what he shooting at. 
glockman19
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Best shot...At the beach with a rock...hit a seagull square in the butt while flying...distance...25-35 yards. Funniest shot too. I was just skipping rocks in the surf when the I turned to my GF at the time and said, "watch this".
My best shot was when I was the hunted not the hunter. One shot into a bad guy who was trying to mug me, five holes from the same bullet - Beretta 92SB, 9mm.
As for hunting best shots, I would have to say that there were a good number of them, all equally good, the first time I ever went bird hunting; in fact first time I ever fired a shotgun. I went with friends in Nevada, they all had 12 gauge semi-autos, or pumps, and they handed me a single shot .410. Guess who came home with the most birds that day. None of the other guys could figure out how I did it, I guess it was beginner's luck. Whatever it was, it was great.
All the best,
Glenn B
As for hunting best shots, I would have to say that there were a good number of them, all equally good, the first time I ever went bird hunting; in fact first time I ever fired a shotgun. I went with friends in Nevada, they all had 12 gauge semi-autos, or pumps, and they handed me a single shot .410. Guess who came home with the most birds that day. None of the other guys could figure out how I did it, I guess it was beginner's luck. Whatever it was, it was great.
All the best,
Glenn B
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My best shot was with my father. I was maybe 14? Anywho, we were out at the range with his newly aquired .357 mag revolver. I asked him if I could take the first shot, and decided I'd go for the tangerine that was set about 50 yards away. He laughed at me and said he'd give me $20 if I could hit it.
Easiest $20 I've ever earned
Easiest $20 I've ever earned
BayouTeche77
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Best ever?
Three days come to mind. First, opening day of teal this past season, just me and a buddy in the blind and we left after thirty minutes of shooting time. Six shots between the two of us fired and we had our limit (4 each).
Another day that comes to mind is a rabbit trip taken a couple years back. I see one rabbit making a break for it about 40 yards away running straight across the headland so I take one shot and see two brown bodies flipping in the air. When I get there I realize the one I saw had another one shadowing his movements about three feet behind him, two rabbits in one shot. I never saw the second one until I shot them.
The last is this past Christmas, my stepdad got a new Remington 750 Woodsmaster 30-06. I had never seen him actually hit anything he was aiming at with a shotgun and he always replied that he was a "Rifle-man" because it took more skill. So, he set up a target nailed to a 1x1 stake at around 180 paces. Straight out of the box with it, he shoots, cleans out the magazine without punching a single hole. So, like the good son I am, I start laughing my head off. He tells me to try. I shoot a three inch group, open sights. He gets a little upset, walks out there takes the target down, walks back, lays a hundred on the table and says it's mine if I hit the 1x1 stake. After seeing the stake explode he jumps up and shouts "Keep the damn rifle!". But I settled on the hundred.
Three days come to mind. First, opening day of teal this past season, just me and a buddy in the blind and we left after thirty minutes of shooting time. Six shots between the two of us fired and we had our limit (4 each).
Another day that comes to mind is a rabbit trip taken a couple years back. I see one rabbit making a break for it about 40 yards away running straight across the headland so I take one shot and see two brown bodies flipping in the air. When I get there I realize the one I saw had another one shadowing his movements about three feet behind him, two rabbits in one shot. I never saw the second one until I shot them.
The last is this past Christmas, my stepdad got a new Remington 750 Woodsmaster 30-06. I had never seen him actually hit anything he was aiming at with a shotgun and he always replied that he was a "Rifle-man" because it took more skill. So, he set up a target nailed to a 1x1 stake at around 180 paces. Straight out of the box with it, he shoots, cleans out the magazine without punching a single hole. So, like the good son I am, I start laughing my head off. He tells me to try. I shoot a three inch group, open sights. He gets a little upset, walks out there takes the target down, walks back, lays a hundred on the table and says it's mine if I hit the 1x1 stake. After seeing the stake explode he jumps up and shouts "Keep the damn rifle!". But I settled on the hundred.
Harve Curry
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During deer season 2004 (or so)
My Dad and I were out at one of our friend's farm in Halfway, MO. After the morning hunt, all of the hunters in our party (about 6-7 guys, mostly middle aged men) met back at the house for some lunch and to talk about what we had seen. The house is right by the main road in, which looks over a huge pasture spanning over 180 degrees of mostly flat grasslands with only rows of trees in the distance for any reference. We were all chatting and having coffee outside just basking in the sun and telling jokes when my Dad's friend, the owner of the house, noticed a row of turkeys wayyy out walking right in front of a row of trees in the distance. With the naked eye, even with perfect vision, I could just BARELY make out movement. A few guys broke out binocs and were taking turns making guesses at the range ... "its gotta be 600 yards" ... "nah, thats only 400 yards" ...or ... "looks like half a mile to me!"
One of the guys had poked fun at me for carrying such a heavy rifle for deer hunting: a Remington 700 VLS in .243 w/ 26" heavy varmint barrel, a high power scope and a bipod (in my hunting pack). I had mentioned that it was the only high powered rifle that I owned and was for varmints AND deer... and that I was accurate with it and knew my range tables. The owner of the house said "Hey, Nick. You've got your turkey tag. I'd bet you can't hit that turkey from here..." (Keep in mind I was only 24 years old at the time and easily the youngest hunter there, surrounded by older adults).
I accepted the challenge and set my rifle with bipod down on the picnic table under the shade of a large tree in his yard. I tried to look for objects around the area of the turkeys that I could use as a reference but there were none, save the turkeys. I figured that the distance was approximately 500-550 yards and figured that my .243 95gr NBT would drop about 75" at that range. There was a slight breeze I took as about 3 mph at an oblique angle. I set up, cranked my scope (B&L Elite 4200 4-16x50mm) up to 16x, picked the last turkey in the row (far left), called my shot "far left turkey!", held over and to the right of his bead what LOOKED to be about six feet and a bit for wind and held for the bird to slow down its gait. I slowly pressed the trigged and felt the recoil as I followed through on the shot.
What happened next was great. The other six seasoned hunters, some of which I had known for only a day or so, applauded in surprise and disbelief. "WHOOOAAA!!! YOU GOT HIM!!" The turkey on the far left flopped around a bit and then was still.
I chucked out my empty brass, pocketed it, got up, retracted the legs of my bipod, turned around and did my best to not act surpised. We later measured the distance at 495 yards.
Great day. Nothing like showing up your elders with a truly great shot.
My Dad and I were out at one of our friend's farm in Halfway, MO. After the morning hunt, all of the hunters in our party (about 6-7 guys, mostly middle aged men) met back at the house for some lunch and to talk about what we had seen. The house is right by the main road in, which looks over a huge pasture spanning over 180 degrees of mostly flat grasslands with only rows of trees in the distance for any reference. We were all chatting and having coffee outside just basking in the sun and telling jokes when my Dad's friend, the owner of the house, noticed a row of turkeys wayyy out walking right in front of a row of trees in the distance. With the naked eye, even with perfect vision, I could just BARELY make out movement. A few guys broke out binocs and were taking turns making guesses at the range ... "its gotta be 600 yards" ... "nah, thats only 400 yards" ...or ... "looks like half a mile to me!"
One of the guys had poked fun at me for carrying such a heavy rifle for deer hunting: a Remington 700 VLS in .243 w/ 26" heavy varmint barrel, a high power scope and a bipod (in my hunting pack). I had mentioned that it was the only high powered rifle that I owned and was for varmints AND deer... and that I was accurate with it and knew my range tables. The owner of the house said "Hey, Nick. You've got your turkey tag. I'd bet you can't hit that turkey from here..." (Keep in mind I was only 24 years old at the time and easily the youngest hunter there, surrounded by older adults).
I accepted the challenge and set my rifle with bipod down on the picnic table under the shade of a large tree in his yard. I tried to look for objects around the area of the turkeys that I could use as a reference but there were none, save the turkeys. I figured that the distance was approximately 500-550 yards and figured that my .243 95gr NBT would drop about 75" at that range. There was a slight breeze I took as about 3 mph at an oblique angle. I set up, cranked my scope (B&L Elite 4200 4-16x50mm) up to 16x, picked the last turkey in the row (far left), called my shot "far left turkey!", held over and to the right of his bead what LOOKED to be about six feet and a bit for wind and held for the bird to slow down its gait. I slowly pressed the trigged and felt the recoil as I followed through on the shot.
What happened next was great. The other six seasoned hunters, some of which I had known for only a day or so, applauded in surprise and disbelief. "WHOOOAAA!!! YOU GOT HIM!!" The turkey on the far left flopped around a bit and then was still.
I chucked out my empty brass, pocketed it, got up, retracted the legs of my bipod, turned around and did my best to not act surpised. We later measured the distance at 495 yards.
Great day.
Nothing like showing up your elders with a truly great shot.Best shot ever for me happened when I was about 10. I was shooting in the backyard with my brother (BB gun). I was bored so I sat down on the ground and then a sparrow landed on a fence post about 25 yards away. I shot while still sitting on the ground from the hip and dropped the bird. I don't know if you call it a best shot but I'll call it the best luck shot I've ever had.
ConfuseUs
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My best shot was with a snowball. Some guys at recess when I was in 3rd grade were throwing snowballs at traffic but kept missing. I threw one almost straight into the windshield of an oncoming VW Bug and I can still see the snow splatter when I think about it. That made missing a week of recess worth it!
My next best shot was with a slingshot and a rock. Rocks don't fly straight so I was surprised when this one spiralled right into the bullseye of a target that I couldn't hit with a .22 rifle. Must have been a Sidewinder rock.
My next best shot was with a slingshot and a rock. Rocks don't fly straight so I was surprised when this one spiralled right into the bullseye of a target that I couldn't hit with a .22 rifle. Must have been a Sidewinder rock.
countryrebel
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A big mulie buck with an M1A,I wont say the yardage dropped on the spot.
dropped on the spot.Art Eatman
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Dunno about "best", but I've made some interesting shots.
"The unlucky dove": I was headed out into the pasture one day during dove season. I saw a dove fly from near a water trough, a good distance away. With no real expectation of a hit, I shot. The darned thing fell! I stepped it off; right at 90 yards. One stray pellet had hit it in the eye.
I got into IPSC in 1981. I moved to Terlingua in May of 1983, but continued practicing. I'd never been much of a shotgunner. September came along and I went out to chouse the mighty dove. Darned if I could miss: "Front sight, press." At one point, I got a triple. Three shots, three doves. (But I've not been able to repeat that. )
"How to field dress a turkey": A bunch of us used to deer-lease on a ranch near Uvalde, Texas. I'd just crossed over a fence and was collecting my rifle; as I straightened up I saw three turkey gobblers eyeballing me from maybe 120 yards away. Before they could practice being elsewhere, I snapped off a shot at the biggest, crosswise of the body and just behind the legs. DRT, field-dressed. Never underestimate the power of a .30-'06!
"Last day buck": Everything was packed and ready for heading home except for hooking the jeep for towing. I still lacked my second buck for the season. So, my father driving the jeep, we made one last pass. I was looking so hard into the brush that leaves were falling! Luckily, way up a hillside was a fairly nice buck, slowly walking along. The jeep stopped; I turned in the seat and put a foot of daylight above the buck's back and touched her off. DRT. I held the scope on the spot and my father went up and found the buck. About 350 yards.
Art
"The unlucky dove": I was headed out into the pasture one day during dove season. I saw a dove fly from near a water trough, a good distance away. With no real expectation of a hit, I shot. The darned thing fell! I stepped it off; right at 90 yards. One stray pellet had hit it in the eye.
I got into IPSC in 1981. I moved to Terlingua in May of 1983, but continued practicing. I'd never been much of a shotgunner. September came along and I went out to chouse the mighty dove. Darned if I could miss: "Front sight, press." At one point, I got a triple. Three shots, three doves. (But I've not been able to repeat that.
)"How to field dress a turkey": A bunch of us used to deer-lease on a ranch near Uvalde, Texas. I'd just crossed over a fence and was collecting my rifle; as I straightened up I saw three turkey gobblers eyeballing me from maybe 120 yards away. Before they could practice being elsewhere, I snapped off a shot at the biggest, crosswise of the body and just behind the legs. DRT, field-dressed.
Never underestimate the power of a .30-'06! "Last day buck": Everything was packed and ready for heading home except for hooking the jeep for towing. I still lacked my second buck for the season. So, my father driving the jeep, we made one last pass. I was looking so hard into the brush that leaves were falling! Luckily, way up a hillside was a fairly nice buck, slowly walking along. The jeep stopped; I turned in the seat and put a foot of daylight above the buck's back and touched her off. DRT. I held the scope on the spot and my father went up and found the buck. About 350 yards.
Art
320 yards with a 35 Whelen
Third year I owned my 35 Whelen I got a nice opportunity at a Pennsylvania buck, with a fencepost for a rest, down across a pasture and a cut field. Cemented my love for the caliber, as I knew it performed well at shorter ranges. That big bullet was pretty effective out past 300 yards. This was 16 or 17 years ago, not sure I can see that far anymore. At any rate, have never had to take a shot that far since.
Third year I owned my 35 Whelen I got a nice opportunity at a Pennsylvania buck, with a fencepost for a rest, down across a pasture and a cut field. Cemented my love for the caliber, as I knew it performed well at shorter ranges. That big bullet was pretty effective out past 300 yards. This was 16 or 17 years ago, not sure I can see that far anymore. At any rate, have never had to take a shot that far since.
Knocked a antelope down at 632 measured yards long time ago, 30-06.
Shot a cotton tail rabbit in one eye and out the other when i was a kid. Killed him and didn't add a hole. .22 rifle
Shot a deer once that was looking straight at me over a bush. Never could find a entrance hole and the back of the head had exploded. Bullet had to of gone between it's lips.
Not proud of this one but when I was about 12 I had a Crossman pump pellet pistol and because of guys saying I couldn't do it I hit a humming bird sitting on a fence at 100 feet or so, one handed no rest. that surprised me but I didn't tell them that.
Got to shooting a SA revolver freehand long time ago. Threw a can, drew and shot it before it stopped and then twice more without the can ever coming to a stop I hit it three times skipping it down a dirt road like in the movies.
When I was out with my uncle as akid he saw a dove 100 yards or so away and said, " I sure wish I hada bird wing to train that new dog of mine". I sat rested on my knee and with about a foot hold over killed the dove, .22 rifle.
Shot a feral cat at 240 yards out my front door once with a .22 LR open sights.
I am sure there are more cause I have been hunting shooting over 50 years but thats just a few I remember at the moment.
Shot a cotton tail rabbit in one eye and out the other when i was a kid. Killed him and didn't add a hole. .22 rifle
Shot a deer once that was looking straight at me over a bush. Never could find a entrance hole and the back of the head had exploded. Bullet had to of gone between it's lips.
Not proud of this one but when I was about 12 I had a Crossman pump pellet pistol and because of guys saying I couldn't do it I hit a humming bird sitting on a fence at 100 feet or so, one handed no rest. that surprised me but I didn't tell them that.
Got to shooting a SA revolver freehand long time ago. Threw a can, drew and shot it before it stopped and then twice more without the can ever coming to a stop I hit it three times skipping it down a dirt road like in the movies.
When I was out with my uncle as akid he saw a dove 100 yards or so away and said, " I sure wish I hada bird wing to train that new dog of mine". I sat rested on my knee and with about a foot hold over killed the dove, .22 rifle.
Shot a feral cat at 240 yards out my front door once with a .22 LR open sights.
I am sure there are more cause I have been hunting shooting over 50 years but thats just a few I remember at the moment.
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Well my most impressive shot on game was on a crow that took off from a small pine tree. I was using a .22 win. model 63. The first shot was behind so I led him a little more and he caved in. Both my son's looked at me and said "how'd you do that?" "You just gotta know how far to lead em."
paced ~210 yards, two deer with one bullet. knew the 165gr's zip right through 'em from previous experience. two were walking past one another in a cornfield. waited until their shoulders lined up. double lunged the buck in front, took out the heart on the doe in back. doe didn't move, buck took a few steps and fell within 5-10 yards of where he was hit. 30-06 with the scope dialed up to 9x.
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