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What's the best shot you ever made?

Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by OptimusPrime, May 16, 2013.

  1. OptimusPrime

    OptimusPrime Member

    Dec 9, 2012
    The Old Dominion
    Here's a fun question: what's the best single shot you ever made? Be it hunting, or target, or professional (cops and military), or just plinking; what shot do you brag about when you get half a chance?
    For me, it was a wood duck that was just screaming along the surface of the river, seemed like about 45 yards out, maybe 3 feet over the water. A crossing shot left to right as fast as he could go and I tumbled him right in. Took the dog quite a while to swim out to him but we got him back and in the bag.

    What's yours?
  2. Unemployedshooter

    Unemployedshooter New Member

    Apr 17, 2012
    Grays Harbor County, WA
    At the end of a three magazine moving pistol course of fire, took a 35 yard shot with my sidearm. Nailed it first shot on an eight inch plate. I qualify every year, but never considered myself a good shot.
  3. Hurryin' Hoosier

    Hurryin' Hoosier Member

    Dec 22, 2012
    Answering that question got Tom Horn in a whole bunch of trouble!
  4. J-Bar

    J-Bar Senior Member

    Nov 24, 2010
    Springfield, MO
    We were playing 14-1 call shot in the student union when I was a senior in college; the 10 ball was just off the rack as the rest of the balls were spotted to continue the run. I made a double bank shot off the end rail, caroming the cue ball off the rack into the object ball and nudged the 10 ball into the corner pocket.

    I won 25 cents with that shot, and walked around like Paul Newman in "The Hustler" for a week.
  5. tryshoot

    tryshoot Member

    Mar 1, 2012
    backwoods southwest va
    best shot

    A 5 iron that the ball hit My brother in the butt at 75 yds after telling him not to go ahead. Made good shots, but never a GREAT shot with a gun. I did hit a sitting clay at 85 yds with a 5.5 single action ruger in 9mm once. Don't ask me to do it again. Walked a way with out repeat.
  6. hovercat

    hovercat Member

    Dec 30, 2012
    1984, Ohio, was 12 years old. 3 of us were roaming the woods with our pellet rifles.
    DRT'd a blackbird at 86 (12 year old) paces. 1 shot, iron sights. Used my buddy's shoulder for a rest and aimed about 3 feet high. Best of all, I had witnesses.
    Back then, if you wanted to hunt rabbits on a farmer's land in the fall, you killed every blackbird and crow that you saw.
  7. bk42261

    bk42261 Member

    Sep 10, 2010
    Took a shot a a woodchuck at 375 yards, and {missed him by that much}
    (A little GET SMART)
    Missed but he came back out of his hole to see what that big pile of dust was. Next shot hit him on the very tip of his nose-Speer 75 gr. hp from .243
    Wichester literally turned him inside out.
    Turkey buzzards were there within minutse.
  8. Liberty1776

    Liberty1776 Senior Member

    Dec 28, 2006
    My younger brother, who I was pissed at (imagine that) was trying to escape on his bike. I picked up a big apple and must have instinctively led him just right because it arced up and hit him right between the shoulder blades, knocking him off his bicycle...:D
  9. Steve CT

    Steve CT Member

    May 19, 2011
    Central CT
    First time out with the NIB #000001 Dan Wesson .445 Supermag. While waiting to go downrange to change targets, we started breaking rocks on the berm.

  10. btg3

    btg3 Senior Member

    Oct 30, 2007
    Fatal head shot to a squirrel on a residential power line using a slingshot with gravel ammo.
  11. CharlieDeltaJuliet

    CharlieDeltaJuliet Senior Member

    Apr 10, 2012
    North Carolinian
    Not my shot, but my dads. 20+ years ago my brother and I were shooting skeet. Me with a 12 gauge my brother with a 20 gauge. My dad walks out and grabs my Ruger MkII bull barrel off of the table and laughingly told me to "pull". I pulled a single skeet , he one shot it about a half inch from center. I laid the shotgun down and, I swear have not shot skeet again...

    I was amazed....luck or not.....
  12. MRH

    MRH Member

    Apr 8, 2008
    Colorado Springs, CO
    Actually, three shots. About five years ago, shot a triple on Doves using my 20 ga, Beretta 391 Urika, while hunting in southern CO.

    Have shot several doubles on Doves, but this was my first and only triple with any shotgun.

  13. Deltaboy

    Deltaboy Senior Member

    Nov 21, 2008
    Scoring 246-250 with a Sigma 'VE 40 cal.

    Killing a standing squirrel off a fence post at 100 yards with a Marlin 60 with my Dad and Great Uncle watching and swearing I could not kill it. The ammo was CCI mini mag ammo.
  14. gspn

    gspn Senior Member

    Jun 10, 2006
    On my first pheasant trip in South Dakota I was designated as a "blocker". This was a totally foreign affair for me as I'd always been taught to not point a gun at another hunter and this "drivers and blockers" technique looked pretty much like a civil war skirmish. Four of us stood on one end of a strip of corn that seemed to stretch clear over to Massachusetts. The other 8 hunters started marching right toward us...shooting birds as they jumped up.

    I was a corner blocker. My station was where the standing corn met the stubble where the rest had already been cut down. A few minutes had gone by and the "drivers" were in the corn. They'd occasionally have one jump up and we could hear shouts of "ROOSTER!" or "HEN!"

    Sometimes a shot would ring out and sometimes 10 shots would erupt. At one point a big deer busted out of the corn and ran between two blockers! Holy mackerel...talk about a surprise! The anticipation really started welling up as the drivers drew closer. My heart beat faster the closer they got. The birds would run along the ground in the corn stalks to stay ahead of the drivers...but eventually they met us...standing at the edge of the corn.

    Now we had a big rectangle boxing these birds in. It was like a human fence with pheasants in the middle. In a way it reminded me of an old west gun fight...who would flinch first? As these birds stared us down they had a choice to make...do they sit tight hoping nobody sees them? Or do they burst into the sky in a race for freedom?

    There was a lot of chatter as the drivers grew close...it was people reminding each other not to shoot low...to be careful and mindful of the other hunters. Well soon enough those birds decided it was high time to get out of dodge and they started JUMPING up out of that corn. "ROOSTER! BOOM! BOOM! ROOSTER! BOOM!" Big brightly colored pheasant were leaping into the air on that South Dakota prairie and it was a sight to behold. Red heads gave way to purple iridescent rings that flowed into big orange and black bodies with powerful wings that faded away to impossibly-long, tiger-striped tail feathers. To a guy not used to seeing such creatures it was enough to temporarily freeze me.

    It was raining feathers and birdshot under the biggest clearest blue sky you could ever imagine. Birds were falling, men were laughing, dogs were running...it was absolute mayhem. About the time it was slowing down, a rooster busted out the back door past the drivers on the far side of the box.

    There was a lot of excitement as EVERYONE tried to clean up that last bird. Nobody could bring him down though, and now he had the wind at his back and was moving at roughly Mach 6. He took a big semi-circular pattern when he got out of the box and his path was leading him on a diagonal to my right. Everyone was screaming "SHOOT HIM!! SHOOT HIM!!!" I think I even heard one of the dogs screaming "CHOOT HIM BILLY!!! CHOOT HIM!"

    I was the last line of defense. The bird was just above the tops of the corn and heading toward the next strip when I pulled my gun up. Time slowed down, the voices faded, I could see the dog screaming at me but could no longer hear the words coming out of his mouth...I had become one with the universe. My gun swung as if another person guided it. I remember watching my barrel overtake the bird from behind, passing RIGHT under him as if he were running on the barrel, as it passed through him the trigger broke. I don't remember the sound, but I will never forget watching that bird invert, lose power, and arc down to the fertile soil of the South Dakota plains 50 yards from where I stood. I watched him in slow motion as he slid across the earth and finally came to rest just shy of the cover he sought.

    My hearing returned...people were hooting and hollering, the dogs went back to barking rather than talking, and I ran toward my dinner. If I live forever I hope I never forget that one simple memory. That one shot that is burned into my brain until the day my lights go out.
    Last edited: May 16, 2013
  15. wgaynor

    wgaynor Member

    Nov 9, 2009
    Western Kentucky
    GSPN, that was an epic tale. Thank you for sharing.
  16. saenzrich

    saenzrich Member

    Aug 6, 2010
    First shot bet that I couldn't do it at 50 yds with a PSA M4 1:7 and Vortex pst 1-4x24...wolf wpa 62. hp...ammo[​IMG]
  17. 3GunEric

    3GunEric Member

    Feb 13, 2013
    Morgan County, WV
    Frisbee size target - 3000 meters - 1 shot - on the move - at night - in the rain:
    M68 105mm Main Gun,
    M1 IP Tank West Germany 1986:cool:
  18. rule303

    rule303 Senior Member

    Dec 5, 2010
    Last fall I was helping a friend track a deer he had shot in the morning, I was carrying my Ruger Blackhawk .44 Mag so I didn't need to fight through the brush with a rifle, and he was sure the deer was down, just lost the trail in the rain. Well, I kicked the deer up, and it was at a full run. My friend unloaded his slug gun at it and missed, by the time I unholstered the Blackhawk the deer was at about 80 yards at a full run. I pulled up and fired one shot, hit the deer in the base of the neck, it folded up instantly. I was too dumbfounded to be excited.
    I couldn't make that shot again if I tried 100 times, nor would I attempt that shot at an animal that wasn't already wounded.
  19. ID-shooting

    ID-shooting Member

    Dec 15, 2012
    Nampa, Idaho
    75 yards, whistle pig, Ruger Single-Six. Friend couldn't see the ground squirrel. I lined up to just mark it, said "riiiiight about there." Pop, squirrel started flopping.
  20. BaltimoreBoy

    BaltimoreBoy Member

    Apr 30, 2009
    I was at a resort in the Ozarks. There was a young lady who was doing demonstrations of loading and firing a charcoal burner that had a double set trigger. She put up a mark and asked me to take the shot. Fortunately I had some experience with caplocks and flintlocks and I knew how sensitive these double set triggers were. I made the shot perfectly on my first (and only) try. A half-hour or so later I walked by the spot. There were 15 or so holes in the paper - none except mine had hit the mark.

    I don't claim to be a great shot, but that was satisfying.

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