What's the most memorable THING you've ever put a bullet through.

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Blew a VW bug sized rock in half with a .50cal from a HH-60 using party mix ammo (1 dim tracer, 1 AP, 1 MK211Mod0, repeat). Took about a 5 second burst from 50AGL but it was pretty bad ass. Shooting a bundle of chem sticks with a mini-gun is pretty fun too.
 
At my next tech refresh at work for a new cell phone, if I get to keep the old BlackBerry as is likely the case, I plan to remove the battery and put a round through the Blackberry. I loved my older blackberry (and used it way past it's practical date - was on third battery, screen was cracked in half for a year from one too many drops, finally the keys were starting to no work) but this one has just been a pain since day one. I even had them give me a second one of this model as I thought the first one was defective. Nope. Just doesn't work as well as it should in terms of sluggish software, ect.
 
Buddy of mine had been saving an HP networking switch for a spectacular doom. We share a hatred of HP networking gear. When I found out he had this, a plan was devised.

A week or so later, this switch is now packed with 5lbs of tannerite at the 300yd line. Four or five hits with the .50BMG had failed to set it off. Disappointed, we moved on to shooting other stuff. You know, like targets. Meanwhile, a third friend sat there patiently plinking away at the HP switch with an AR. Every now and then, I'd watch him add .22 holes in the switch casing peppered all around the half inch holes we'd added with the fiddygun. Then I got bored, and forgot about it.

At some point, I think while I was ringing steel with my '14, the whole 300yd line blew up. I guess one of those .223 rounds got lucky, setting off all five pounds, and sending switch parts (I found the serial number plate) nearly all the way back to the shooting bench.

Half hour later, a deputy rolls out onto the range. "Crap. This is going to suck," I think. He walks up.

"What uh... what you boy's shooting out here? We're getting complaints that you're rattling windows in town."

I simply point at the 35lb rifle laying on it's bipod, hoping to distract from the tannerite, and say, "Probably that thing."

"What is that?"

My buddy, without skipping a beat holds up a .50 cartridge, and with the biggest used-car-salesman grin on his face says, ".50 BMG, wanna shoot it?"

The deputy grinned from ear to ear, and I knew instantly that we were in no trouble for blowing up a switch.

A friend of mine heard him bragging to the cute clerk in a convenience store the next day about "the coolest call of his career where these crazy gun nuts let him shoot a 50BMG."
 
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Buddy of mine had been saving an HP networking switch for a spectacular doom. We share a hatred of HP networking gear. When I found out he had this, a plan was devised.

A week or so later, this switch is now packed with 5lbs of tannerite at the 300yd line. Four or five hits with the .50BMG had failed to set it off. Disappointed, we moved on to shooting other stuff. You know, like targets. Meanwhile, a third friend sat there patiently plinking away at the HP switch with an AR. Every now and then, I'd watch him add .22 holes in the switch casing peppered all around the half inch holes we'd added with the fiddygun. Then I got bored, and forgot about it.

At some point, I think while I was ringing steel with my '14, the whole 300yd line blew up. I guess one of those .223 rounds got lucky, setting off all five pounds, and sending switch parts (I found the serial number plate) nearly all the way back to the shooting bench.

Half hour later, a deputy rolls out onto the range. "Crap. This is going to suck," I think. He walks up.

"What uh... what you boy's shooting out here? We're getting complaints that you're rattling windows in town."

I simply point at the 35lb rifle laying on it's bipod, hoping to distract from the tannerite, and say, "Probably that thing."

"What is that?"

My buddy, without skipping a beat holds up a .50 cartridge, and with the biggest used-car-salesman grin on his face says, ".50 BMG, wanna shoot it?"

The deputy grinned from ear to ear, and I knew instantly that we were in no trouble for blowing up a switch.

A friend of mine heard him bragging to the cute clerk in a convenience store the next day about "the coolest call of his career where these crazy gun nuts let him shoot a 50BMG."
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Humdrum but memorable --a one gallon milk bottle full of water.

I was showing some folks what happens when you shoot something, just to impress them with the danger.

Set it up in front of an 18" rock, had everybody step back to what I figured was a safe distance, 20 yards more or less, and shot it with a .30-06. After all, what better cartridge to impress people with sheer raw power with than the .30-06?

"Cover your ears, kids!"

Blew it to smithereens... and the rock behind it, too.
The water cloud was about ten feet in diameter, and some of it rained back on us. The rock had split into dozens of pieces.

They all remember that. Including me, 'cause I didn't expect all that splashback. Memorable.

If there's ever another demonstration like this, I'll have everyone step back a few more yards.
 
One of the local ranges set up a a gutted car for you to shoot from (for training). One day, before scrapping it (it was well used and abused) for a replacement, they moved it to a safe distance, and let members see real world bullet penetration. Once the demonstration was over, they let members go hog wild...

Prob the most memorable trip to the range.
 
Not very exciting, but knocking down bowling pins with my FBI buddy's MP 5 in 10 mm. It was comical how easy it was to hit those pins. Had a 2-round burst that was a hoot to shoot (so to speak).
 
My most memorable was when I bounced a bullet off a Russian SG43 mount's armor shield and into a fluorescent light fixture. It wasn't intentional. :uhoh:
 
I'll try to get my nephew to send the pic but heres the story

My nephew got a Savage Edge in .223 came with a bushnell scope and he was feeding it silver bear HP ammo. We were out sighting it in well he was I came towards the end but he had the gun vice out was shooting threw that said he had it good he then took it out and started shooting it standing and making adjustments. I asked him what the hell he was doing if it was good and he said " I dont shoot from the vice so im re zeroing it to me standing how most my shots are" I called him a few names and took the gun from him locked it back in the vice and re zero'd it explaining that this way if he misses its not the gun its him. He didnt belive me that it would still have the same POI out of the vice. So after a few shots I got it "in" I grabbed a spent casing and walked down to the target put a fresh piece of cardboard up and jammed the case into it primer facing us. I walked back took it out of the vice and bet him I could hit the case he took the bet saying it would be "off" I got down in the prone no support double checked with him that we had it 1" high at 100yds he said yep and I let it fly. We walked down to find the case with a round impacting right center of the primer coming up putting a dent in the case and exiting the neck like it was a loaded round!! I handed him his rifle and told him if he ever touches the scope I will slap him into next week. He has only ever missed 1 shot with it that was at night on a coyote in some brush just past the horse pasture. Other then the coyote hes probably killed close to 30 ground hogs and countless crow and squirrels with it over the last year and a half.

I now by the way am requested to sight all his rifles in lol. I'v shot a few coins with the 17hmr but putting a .223 round threw a .223 case at 100yds is probably my most memorable shots I'll see if he still has the pic if not i'll see if he will take a new one he still has the case on his gun rack last I knew.
 
when I was a kid me and my buddies were shooting up the creek when a crow came squaking out of the woods ----- of course I had my 22 pistol on my hip as any self respecting gunslinger would --- quick draw and shot from the hip with the clasical hand fan to the hammer --- dropped right out of the sky.:p

Forty years later I'm still the ultimate shooter to my city bred friends that didn't see it for the fluke it was.:evil:
 
Not very exciting, but knocking down bowling pins with my FBI buddy's MP 5 in 10 mm. It was comical how easy it was to hit those pins.
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I'm revising my earlier answer (or at least adding to it) now that this reminded me about pins

the most memorable thing I've shot (that wasn't stupid or dangerous) was the time I got 5 pins in 5 shots and actually had a good time at a match
it instantly hooked me on shooting competition
 
One cubic foot of ice. I was 8, shot it with a 12 ga. pump shotgun. My dad (rest in peace) was wanting to buy, and for some reason he wanted me to test it. He was left for dead in the Phillipines when shrapnel from a morter round ripped through his skull in back left to right, but he flinched in a row of dead bodies, and a paramedic came to the rescue. I won't go into the rage/anger psychological problems he had after the injury; that was then, this is now. I understood his angst. He said not a word. Just looked where the ice block was, and stared...for minutes it seemed. It was like he was in a trance.

We left after that, and somehow, I knew that event traumatized him and brought back horrid memories, so I said not a word. His eyes were glassed-over as we drove back to the Western Auto so he could give one of the owners (his shotgun) 20 bucks for it. I wound-up blueing it for him and gave the stock a once over with linseed oil for the bare parts.

I never remember him taking it out hunting (he was against killing anything), and one day it was just gone.

Oh! He was training to become a fighter pilot, and all the new flyboys were yanked to the phillipines...just tragic.

He died by his own hands. I still don't fully understand his medical/mental issues when I was growing-up. All I know was seeing his mangled legs and back of head scars, and wondered how someone could survive that. Enough of the soap-box. I'm sure many here have stories more gruesome than that, and war is hell.
 
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@Jlewis406; Chem-sticks! Thanks for the idea! I have a .22 Benjamin Marauder pre-charged pneumatic rifle with a huge scope for long distance (100 yards or better, remember it is an air rifle) and I'd love to shoot some of those stuck in the ground, or hung from tree limbs in the woods surrounding my home. I do have a very powerful spotlight slung under the rifle. Its range is about 400 yards, incredible. Again, thanks for the idea! The thing weighs over 12 pounds, so it is strictly a rested gun. Unless you're Paul Bunyon. You may see the path of the pellet to target, if you recover from a blinding flash of light as the light below reflects off the pellet skirt at some point.

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Not me, but my partner... One night, he shot Michael Jordan.

There was a house on our list of properties to keep an eye on in our mostly rural County. A nasty divorce and some threats were made,etc.

We get a call of a silent alarm at the house and race over, already starting to amp up.

The lady, and her son are outside in the car, locked up and ready to flee at the slightest anything.

No, they didnt trip it. No, they dont know why, blah blah blah.

We call it in and head in to sweep the house. As there were only 4 people on duty for the whole County, we knew it was just us to check this whole place.

We start going room to room, checking and covering each other, switching off, all by the book.

We get to one bedroom on the 2nd floor, partner opens the door and yells "Sheriffs' Dept.!!! show me your hands" I start to move to cover him when I hear BLAM BLAM...

I see him take a few steps back into the hall, shoulders slumping, pistol at his side... think "!@##$%%$^&%^&*" I body check him from the door, down the hall and turn to see what is coming/checking him for wounds/grabbing for the radio/and a million other things.

He shrugs me off, saying "@#$%^$ I #$#$ed up!" He then gets on the radio and calls for the Supervisor, asking him to come to our location.

Going into the room, I see a full size cut out Michael Jordan standing silhouetted against the window. With the lights on, very benign but, in the dark, looked like a person standing there.

Supervisor gets there, gets the story, chews him up some, makes nice with the family, promising to get the window and wall fixed where the rounds landed.

Partner gets some desk time, a letter in his file, and about 6 months of hell for shooting 'at' Michael Jordan.

Yes, at... he missed with both shots from less than 15ft.
 
I put a 300gr. Hornady soft point through a watermelon from 50 yards with my .375 H&H. That was about a month ago and I think theres still watermelon in the trees.
 
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Not me, but my partner... One night, he shot Michael Jordan.

There was a house on our list of properties to keep an eye on in our mostly rural County. A nasty divorce and some threats were made,etc.

We get a call of a silent alarm at the house and race over, already starting to amp up.

The lady, and her son are outside in the car, locked up and ready to flee at the slightest anything.

No, they didnt trip it. No, they dont know why, blah blah blah.

We call it in and head in to sweep the house. As there were only 4 people on duty for the whole County, we knew it was just us to check this whole place.

We start going room to room, checking and covering each other, switching off, all by the book.

We get to one bedroom on the 2nd floor, partner opens the door and yells "Sheriffs' Dept.!!! show me your hands" I start to move to cover him when I hear BLAM BLAM...

I see him take a few steps back into the hall, shoulders slumping, pistol at his side... think "!@##$%%$^&%^&*" I body check him from the door, down the hall and turn to see what is coming/checking him for wounds/grabbing for the radio/and a million other things.

He shrugs me off, saying "@#$%^$ I #$#$ed up!" He then gets on the radio and calls for the Supervisor, asking him to come to our location.

Going into the room, I see a full size cut out Michael Jordan standing silhouetted against the window. With the lights on, very benign but, in the dark, looked like a person standing there.

Supervisor gets there, gets the story, chews him up some, makes nice with the family, promising to get the window and wall fixed where the rounds landed.

Partner gets some desk time, a letter in his file, and about 6 months of hell for shooting 'at' Michael Jordan.

Yes, at... he missed with both shots from less than 15ft.
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Oh god... BTDT. I came home one day and opened the door like any other day. The first thing my mind registers is "stranger!" The second thing my mind registers is "GUN!" And that's how I drew down on a full-size cut-out of Anjelina Jolie from Tomb Raider that my (ex)wife had for some unfathomable reason, placed in the living room.

I'm standing there peering over my sights and backing pressure OFF the trigger and out of the corner of my eye I see her head sticking around the corner of the kitchen all "***???"

She laughed for an hour straight.
 
Our group collects old plastic Christmas decorations, big plastic Santa Claus, plastic wise men, Rudolph with a red light for a nose, plastic gingerbread men etc. all year. We usually have an old remote control car or two etc.

Then we go out to a local plinking range in an old quarry and have at them.

Last year we were winding things up when two guys next to us came over and asked me; "Do you mind if we shot your wise men with our BAR?"

We told him go right ahead. But I recalled that this was a phrase I never thought I'd hear anyone say out loud.
 
Great thread, totally entertaining to read.

I have a few...

We used to try to shoot the eyes out of dragonflies with our BB guns as kids as they perched on flowers and weeds. Successful a few times but ranges were really close.

I shot straight through a quarter at 50 yards with my 03 Springfield with iron sights about 10 years ago. I kept that quarter forever but don't know where I've misplaced it. Definitely one of my favs. :cool:

Last fall I was at my buddies and we stuffed a jar of tannerite into an old lawn mower right under the motor. Hit that jar with a Savage .223 on the first shot and watched it bounce about 4 feet straight up into the air. Good times. Going to hang out with him next week and I'm sure there will be more of the same shenanigans. :D
 
Many years ago I was in the TV room & just finished cleaning a K98K & was jacking hunting cartridges out of the weapon when I hit the trigger (#$%##@^%$$#@)
& the bullet went thru the wall into the living room --thru a heavy padded chair--thru the front closet door---hit the back of a 1/4" mirror on the door--bounced off the mirror & went back thru the door & thru the wall & thru the brick outside the house & went ????
That's when I discovered how strong glass is----mother & dad were out of town--I repaired all the damage & glued the cracked piece of mirror together---mothet & dad never found out what happened.
Good thing dad never found out--he was in WW! & WW2--he did not like guns
 
Jacking hunting cartridges out of the gun AFTER finishing cleaning it? Am I hearing / understanding this correctly? Sounds like a major failure of the first step in cleaning (or doing anything with a firearm other than shooting it). You were very lucky that walls apolstery and doors were all that needed repairing.
 
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