Discussion in 'Handguns: General Discussion' started by Alte Schule, Sep 20, 2020.
Another Ballantine moment
Beyond that. We were out on Ft Campbell wasting a pile of tracer .45acp that we had in the system for a no-longer available sub-cal device. What we were doing was trying to ignite barrels of foo-gas with tracers of different weapons.
In any case, we had a barrel waaaaaaaaay out beyond where a 1911 should be shooting in general and SIGNIFICANTLY beyond this ignited range of .45acp in particular.
Almost referentially, while holding a loaded 1911, I said to my Junior Demo to fire his rifle at a particular barrel. He says; "which one?" So I point the 1911 and say "the one on this tracer arc" and launch my fire-pill.
He watches the arc, says; "OK, got it" and then seemingly ridiculously later we hear; p-thunk!
Now, we're thinking NO WAY I hit that barrel way out there so we hoof it out for a look-see. Yup, sure as baby rabbits there's a brand new crease on the front and remnants of the .45 round at the base.
For a goof I drew and fired 3 rapid fire shots at 3 steel targets ( one shot per target) from the hip at 15 yards.
Hit all 3.
Even I was impressed.
"Just my lcp"
"Give it here, I've been seeing this one out here eating beans" .
"Meh", I wasn't too keen on wasting one of my good sd hollowpoints on educating a groundhog, even if he was devouring soybeans by the mouthful.
I drew my lcp and handed it to my son who was familiar with it because he has one too. He took entirely too long to get sighted and solid, but at the sound of the shot, the groundhog's tail went in a circle like a helicopter. I knew where the bullet struck.
It was one of the best pistol shots that I have ever seen. I didnt fire the shot, but i witnessed it!
DID I MENTION THAT IT WAS AN LCP!
I was at one of my shooting spots playing with my 686 in .357. A local guy, who introduced himself as a former "shooting instructor" noticed my group was low and left. He said that I should aim high of the bull and let the sights settle down naturally to the center while squeezing the trigger. Humoring him, I did so and nailed a shot dead center in the bull. He got a grin a mile wide, nodded with that "told you so" look, got in his truck and left. I feel better about what I did for his ego than my own.
Goal was to get an entire family unit of Antelope mounted for the trophy room. Took the spiked doe (upper right) at little over 200 yards with 44 magnum.
Not talented enough to match Elmer Kieth's 600 yard deer using a 44 magnum....afraid 200 is my limit.
I loaded up five more rounds for a repeat performance. Hit the steel plate 2 more time out of 5 rounds and then I quit while i was ahead.
A buddy had a 1911 that had apparenly unsolvable FTF and FTE problems. I took it home and cleaned it for him - it was full of solidified lubricant of some sort - and next range trip, it was a little better, but it would malfunct two or three times per magazine.
I asked to try it, stuck my arm out, and put all seven rounds in the bullseye, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang. After staring in disbeif for a moment, I handed it back and told him I thought he was limp-wristing it...
Ordinarily, I would have been able to keep all seven in the rings, or at least on the paper, at that range. No way would I be able to shoot the bull out. It was pure luck, but it happened when I could take maximum advantage of it.
Gun is a Hammerli AP air pistol. 10 meters, iron sights, one hand unsupported. The ring is 5mm. The pellet is 4.5mm
In the late 80's I was deer hunting from a treestand in Virginia when a big doe and a yearling came crunching through the frozen snow. I dropped the yearling with a smoothbore 12ga 870 slug bbl with a Brenneke about 50yds away and the bigger doe ran by me so I drew a 4in Model 15 Smith with one hand and shot quickly single action 3 times starting from about 10yds. The 3rd shot hit her between the shoulder blades at 45yrds as she crested a hill and down she went. All one handed as I was holding the 870 with my left hand. Turned out, 1 hit her in the hindquarter, 1 through her low chest and the 3rd I already mentioned. I was using the old Federal Hydrashock 129gr +P load. The old FBI load would have been better. I think we were both surprised.
They call that a Texas Heart Shot
None of it all that impressive after I watched a good handgun silhouette shooter in action; that character was shooting one inch groups at a hundred with his contender offhand.
It hadn't occurred to any of us to shoot at that acetylene bottle gong at 200 until some unknown character pulled up to the range one day in his Landcruiser, jumped out and rang the gong 6 times with what appeared to be a S&W m19 and then got back in his rig and drove away. Did it bullseye style, one hand in his pocket, one on the gun. Back in the eighties when the Shelton Rifle Club was still out in the woods and conveniently on my drive home every night from work.
“Hey _____(my last name), bet you can’t hit that target.”
“You’re probably right. Sounds like you all can’t either.”
“Well lumberjack, how about you try.”
“What are you all even shooting at?”
“That bottle cap on the tree.”
I look. I could barely see a little white dot way out there through the woods.
“Taylor, that’s got to be 100 yards. You all are just wasting ammo.”
“So show us hot to stop wasting it then.”
I picked up one of their revolvers loaded a round into it, raised the gun and fired. I didn’t hit it. Wasn’t even aiming at it. I was just pointing in that general direction.
I lowered the gun, emptied the brass, and set the gun down.
“That’s how you stop wasting ammo.”
And you all probably thought I’d say I hit it. Lol
My best shot was probably last year. A running piglet across a pond dike at about 100 yards with my RIA 10mm. Maybe weighed 5 lbs. I missed the first shot as he was crossing the field. Second shot as he’s crossing the dike being chased by my Catahoula, I 10 ringed him. Had to finish him off with the head shot.
Ex-wife took half of my taxidermy in the divorce, including the full-mount cat. And no, she’s doesn’t hunt or shoot.
The most memorable: I was about 15 and my grandad bought a SS S&W .357. I had been popping turtles in our fish pond with an old High Standard .22lr and missing about half the time. He told me to use the .357 and for two days I thought I was just barely missing them and chalked it up to getting used to a new gun. 3 days later he called me down to the pond, there were 2 dozen dead turtles floating in the pond.
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