What was best/luckiest shot you ever made?

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Many years ago during my last year in college a friend and I drove out to the hills in the So Cal desert to hunt rattlesnakes. We would skin em and make money selling the skins to crafters. It was a cool and cloudy day and we weren't having much luck with the snakes. We decided to see if we could bag some rabbits. He was shooting a .22 colt woodsman revolver and had to sneak up real close to get anything. I was shooting an old cheap .22 nylon semi auto from KMart. We were about done for the day when a big old jack about 100 yards away popped out from behind a rock and took off. I swung the rifle and fired off 3 rounds, the first two puffed the dirt just in front of the jack, the third round sent him flying end over end. Went to skin him and
couldn't find the hole in the pelt. After searching we found the round had entered his ear killing it instantly. Luckiest shot I ever made.
 
I was 11 and was in Steelville Missouri with my family. My dad, a minister, was preaching for his brother who was also a minister. We were hunting squirrels and were in a corn field bordering some big oaks and pecan trees. I was using a borrowed winchester pump .22. Something big flew up right in front of me and I shot about 3 times from the hip. The winchester would fire every time you pumped it if you held the trigger down. I had killed a big turkey hen and it was out of season. Dad called his brother who called the local ranger and he came and picked it up and said it was no big deal.

Next time I was at Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage and a Captain I worked for and I were hunting rabbits. We had gone across a short RR bridge on to an island and had switched guns. He had my Mossberg .22 bolt action and I had his .410 pump. We saw something fairly big run across the snow and up under a large fir tree. The snow was pretty deep and up to the bottom branches of the tree. I ducked down into the snow and came up partially standing in the tree branches. There was this big cat (a Lynx) backed up on a branch just about head high to me and about 3 feet away. The shotgun was angled and I just pulled the trigger. I hit the Lynx in the chest. I kept the skin for a few years but finally threw it away.

I believe I'm a better shot from the hip than when I'm really aiming!!
 
During a patrol in Bagdad, we came under attack by ieds, small arms and rpgs.
Insurgents rarely aim weapons, they usually just point and aim. One truck was disabled by an ied, when an rpg gunner stepped out from a doorway. When I fired my 240B at him I thought he fired at me. Instead I must have hit the warhead because he, the doorway, and the car next to him disentigrated. If thats not lucky I don't know what is.
 
The more you try the more you make

I'm with CZ223 the more absurd shots that you try the more you make.
When I was a young man in Alaska the only recreation we had was shooting and fishing. The fish only run a few months a year so we had plenty of time for shooting.

My brother, a friend and I had spent a day on the water in our skiff. Once again the "good little outboard" had given up the ghost and I was rowing us back home. My brother spotted a floating object ( I know what it was I just ain't saying") and asked if I had any extra ammo for my little canadian (Cooey) Winchester bolt action. I handed over a box and he started trying to hit the floating object. He and our friend took turns shooting and reloading. I just kept on rowing. As theygot towards the bottom of the box I said "save the last shot for me." When they had fired off their 49 rounds with no success Brother said "yourturn" I pulled in the oars and took a prone position over the back of the skiff. Now remember, I had been rowing throughout their time shooting and I might have pulled a little harder on the oars when they were lining up their shots. I took my time and sighted, gently squeezing every time the wave action brought my sights in line with the target. when the shot broke I must have been lined up pretty good because the "Target" flopped over dead in the water.
 
430 yds, Prairie dog, witnessed, and laser measured. 22/250.
It was a good day.
 
In 1978, I was walking in the Mojave desert outside of Mojave, Ca. with my (then) 12 yr.old son and two of his buddies. While we were walking along, a jackrabbit jumped up and started running, quartering away from us. I drew my 9mm (S&W model 39) and fire one round.....rabbit tumbled in a cloud of dust. We found that I had hit the rabbit in the neck and killed him instantly. Boy, were those kids impressed. I quit shooting for the day....not wanting to spoil my image. My son still talks about that shot, and he is 40 now.
 
A long time ago on a farm far, far away.....

..... I had some college friends out for a day of mushroom hunting and picnicing. Best mushrooms were by an old falling-down schoolhouse on our property, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I carried a .45 Gov't model loaded with hardball, while one of my friends had a Ruger Blackhawk loaded with .38 Spls. We set up some bricks, which he proceeded to knock over with the .38. I told him "Watch this," threw a brick up in the air, drew, broke it in half with the first shot, then broke both pieces before they hit the ground.:what:

Needless to say, I didn't try for a repeat! :cool:
 
A whitetail deer, 2 years ago in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. One shot, 44 magnum @ 30 yards. Dropped in it's tracks, stone dead.
 
The summer after I graduated high school, five of us were out frog hunting one night. Between us, we had three .22s (none of them mine) and two flashlights. When it finally came my time to shoot a frog, my buddy had one spotlighted on the bank. I aimed between the two shining eyes and let one rip. The frog didn't move. I worked the bolt and was ready to take another shot, when we noticed that the frog was sitting sort of funny and that he hadn't jumped off the bank. Upon closer inspection, I'd literally shot him right between the eyes, leaving each eyeball, and a .22" trough through his skull. I actually blew his brains out.

A few years later, on my 21st or 22nd birthday, I took a snap shot at a running rabbit, leaning bent over at the waist over a fence, right-handed (I'm a lefty) and took him cleanly in the head at about 20 yards.

The rabbit was tastier than the frog.
 
Out hunting whitetails in the Black Hills of Wyoming. Friend apparently spooked some and I hear them busting through the very thick cover toward me. There was a very small open space where I could get a shot about 30 yards in front of me.

Several (legal) does burst into the open space going like the hounds of hell were on there heels. I raised my rifle, swung on one fat doe, and noticed there was a really, really nice buck with them. I swung on him and fired. I missed. I worked the bolt and tried again. I dropped him. As it was happening, it felt like I all the time in the world.

After dressing him out, I went back and carefully measured the opening that they had come through when all this happened. There was only a space of 20 feet where I could see the deer. They were probably going 30 mph, or 44 feet per second. It is absolutely, positively NOT possible for the actions listed in the previous paragraph to have actually occurred in less than ½ of a second.
 
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As said the more you shoot (and wild/long shots you attempt) the more you will make.
A couple. I picked up a Rugar 45LC single action revolver. They had a (Cowboy) action shoot (practice) locally. So I went there and had to borrow a rifle/shotgun/second pistol. (didn't realize you couldn't just use pistol)
Anyway the guy told me afterwards I couldn't borrow his gear again. (I starte to apoligize if I did anything wrong/abused anything) He said no but not only did I beat the number of hits I also did it faster then almost EVERYONE and it was my first time with any of the guns (maybe 20 rds thru my new to me Rugar.)
So afterwards they are shooting vest pocket pistols. Maybe 10 yds from target at half way point of range. There was a bowling pin at end. (50 yds measured) I ask if I could shoot from (their) fireing line at the bowling pin? I got a "sure but you won't hit it" FIRST shot I did . :)

Lucky shots do get more common with practice.
 
At the range with some friends and I ws playing around with my Garand, shooting from the bench at 100 yards since it only has the iron sights. We were getting ready to leave and the range had a 12 inch by 12 inch steel plate out at 400 yards.I walked up to the line and was ready to take a shot at it off-hand while standing. My friends all laughed and said "there's no way you'll hit that" I fired and and was rewarded with the sweet sound of bullet hitting steel. The look on their faces was priceless. Of course I didn't push my luck and packed up. Figured that was the way to end a session.
 
When i was in my early 20's, My parents had a rat in the house. I didnt live at home but they ask to use my bb gun, pump crossman. I had a little brother and sister about 10 or so at the time. I was taking them home and brought the bb gun. I was dark outside. I pumped up the bb gun about three or four times and told them i was going to shoot the rat. We open the door turned on the light and there was the rat sitting in front of the fridge.I dont know why but i just shot from the hip, I hit the rat in the eye and it never moved again. I dont think i coud ever do that again.
 
Two good shots come to mind, the second is remarkable only for its aftermath.
Around here, if someone shows up and is interested in what your shooting,its common to swap guns for a bit, meet some good folk thatway.I was using my Ruger Old Army, coupla fellahs show up, one with a S&W M29, wow,nice. While re-loading they begin,24 rounds @ 20 yds at cocola can,,,,no contact not even any close calls. Offered to swap my loaded ruger for a coupla shots with the 29, and was informed that "we don't play with toys" O....Kayyy, mind If I try a shot at the can? go ahead! turn,fire retrieve can with hole so perfectly centered a caliper couldn't have laid it out any closer, I look at the fellah as I hand him the can and say" I guess a toy is what you do with it"
The second was while taking a friend woodcock hunting, having explained how the birds would rise and act and to wait for the long slow shot that would be presented, we weren't afield, abog? or maybe amarsh?long,At any rate I was only impressed by how quickly we ran up on one, bided my time made the shot and turned to my partner, who wasn't there!....?.....Dan'l? he picks hisself up outa the mud, just about ears deep looks around and asks
"Didn't you hear somebody shootin at us?
robert
 
My best/luckiest shot was made with a bow. I used to shoot bow hunters competition in Washington state. I used sights & stabilizers but no release, just a homemade finger tab.

I'd decided to take up some bare bow shooting with a 60# recurve and a 70# compound, so I was practicing at about 30 yds in my back yard when a group of friends showed up unexpectedly.

We were BSing when one of my buds spotted a rabbit at about 60 yds across the road. He challenged me, so I raised the recurve, drew and launched. The field tipped arrow struck the rabbit in the neck. It was dead when by the time I got to it. Of course, I played it off as just plain good shooting, while under my breath I'm sayin,"How'd the heck did that happen!"

They'd seen my competition shooting, so they bought the act. :)
 
I invited and escorted a coworker and his family to the range one day. His brother-in-law was sighting in a new gun Thompson in 300 Win Mag. The rest of us were just plinking. His son though to start shooting at shotgun hulls at 20yd, which gave me an idea. I conspicuously took a hull out to 100yd, set up my AR, then blasted that hull on the first shot in a fair crosswind.

It wasn't a very impressive shot for my AR shooting 40gn NBT over 26g of 335, but after the fanfare the stakes were somewhat elevated. The combo shoots to about 3/4MOA off a bipod and I had last zeroed it for 100yds. The wind was really the only variable.

I keep that shredded hull on my desk since my coworker and family were really impressed.
 
I still feel bad for this one.

Up untill she died, once a summer I went to West VA. to visit my Great Grandma. I was shooting her old old old old old old single shot, bolt action Remington .22. She had a electric cable running from the house out to her shed, somewhere around 50 yards or so. Well there happend to be a sparrow perched on the wire a little more than half way. I thoguht I would never hit that little of a target, so I brought the riffle to my shoulder and pulled the trigger. Much to my surprise there was a puff of feathers and an exploded sparrow on the ground. I felt so bad I went crying into the house to get my Grandpa ( mind you I was only 10 or 11).After he calmed me down, he goes "That was a good shot, but what would you have done if you hit the wire?" I said " I guess I never thought about that."
I learned a few lessons on responsability that day.
 
A coworker married a Japanese girl and her family was visiting from Japan. They had never shot anything before (neither had my coworker) but shooting was one of the top things they wanted to try while they were in America.

giving instructions was difficult because of the language barrier, but they understood quite a bit and my coworker's wife translated for us.

After a few dry runs, cycling the action, checking chambers and whatnot, we were all pretty confident that they understood things.

We stepped onto the firing line, I loaded a mag into my Bersa 380, ran the target out to about 50 feet and told them I'd fire the first shot so they could experience the sound before they tried.

I picked up the gun, took a quick aim and proceeded to put one shot dead center of the bullseye. I mean DEAD CENTER. It looked like a spot had been printed on the target from the printing company.

So of course, I didn't fire another round all day. :cool:

We shot 4 or 5 different guns that day, 380, 9mm, 40 and 45.......

Anyway, they absolutely loved shooting. They took home a bunch of empty casings to show all of their friends. They were the best and most appreciative people that I've ever taken shooting.
 
About fifteen years ago I was out shooting with some friends in mid February. We had been shooting our Glocks, and 1911's, and I even brought my Bren Ten out to make it feel loved. We shot an un-godly amount of ammo.

I had also brought out a 3rd Gen Colt SAA with a 4 5/8" bbl, that I had never fired (the previous owner had fired it, so it wasn't bound for safe queen status), along with a "cowboy" gun rig. I loaded it up, and one of the guys I shoot with commented upon how inaccurate they were with the .44spl (yeah I know????).

Anyway, I was pinging the duelling tree pretty well, when a jackrabbit took off at a high rate of boogie. I drew from the holster, and hip shot it through the neck from a distance of about 30 yds. (PURE LUCK, I MEAN TOTAL, ABSOLUTE, NO CRAP, LUCK).

I walked out to where the jack had skidded to a dead stop and saw where I hit it. I tossed it onto the tailgate of my truck, amid ooooh's and aaaah's.

I simply said..."Yeah, if you shoot them through the neck, you don't waste any meat."

****Yes, I DID have a small game license, and we were shooting on MY own land with a BIG back stop****

So, that is my PURE luck, not to be repeated in a million rounds of trying shot.
 
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