Tippman 98 paintball gun... shot a crow off a telephone wire at 40 yards
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Zebra reminded me of one of the shots that made me realize what a stud my dad is.
We had a ground-hog burrowing under the house. Dad saw him in the front yard one day and fired about 5 quick shots from his Browning .22 Nomad pistol. As the critter was running to his hole, Dad had 'zippered' him from his belly to his shoulders on-the-run from about 100'. The ground hog fell in nearly two seperate pieces just short of the hole.
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Tippman 98 paintball gun... shot a crow off a telephone wire at 40 yards
Remembered another one from many years ago while grouse hunting. Quietly walking in the woods and brush when a grouse takes off at my feet headed real fast in the opposite direction. (The way I had just come.) I spin on my heals but get my feet twisted so I start to fall backwards while facing the direction the grouse is flying. I let off a shot from my 20 ga. as I am falling and it drops. When I check it there is one BB in the head and nowhere else.
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I was at a crowded outdoor range with I guy who wanted to trade me one of his guns for an old car I had (he was getti g divorced at the time). One gun was a Ruger MKII and the other was a lightweight Officers Colt .45. due to the crowd we shot the .22 at the 25 yard line and I was sure it was the one I wanted but I wanted to give the .45 a go at the 7 yard line before I decided. Come to find the only .45 ammo he had was 200 or 230gr +P JHP. I was waiting for a spot to open up at the crowded 7 yard lines when somebody offered me his target, a paper plate with a dot on it. I stepped up to the line, aimed and got a BANGBANG! The gun kicked so much my finger slapped the trigger on recoil and fired the second shot by accident. Both holes were within an inch of each other in the center of the plate.
I unloaded that little rocket and walked away before anybody figured out it was an accident, and turned over the keys to the car and took the Ruger. Still have it today.
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The best shot I have ever made was a head shot on a running snowshoe hare in Alaska, made the shot at approx. 20 yards double action with an old NEF R92 .22 LR pistol, however I have seen some mighty nice shooting. Two examples are my cousin Pete, who is the same age as I am shooting flying skeet with a ruger super blackhawk .44 mag, and my cousin Sandy who is my dads age shooting flying grouse with a compound bow. Sandy is an execption to the rule, he only hunts with a bow, and I do mean he hunts everything with a bow from squirrels to moose.
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My brother lives in Colorado between two horse ranches. The ranchers hate prairie dogs and have asked my brother to shoot as many as he can! We both have .17's with 6-9 scopes and were really putting some prairie dogs down. A couple of my brothers friends showed up one with a .22 the other another .17! My brother made this incredible shot of about 350 yards and we started walking it off! As we were walking a rabbit jumped out of a thicket about 15 or 20 feet in front of us. One of the friends started to say if I had a pistol I'd shoot that rabbit, he got if I had a, and I drew my Kimber and shot the rabbit in the head with a 230 gr JHP!! the rabbit just rolled!! The fur caught in the hollow so it wasnt as messy as you'd think!! Everyone, including me, was amazed at the shot!! I played it off like I meant to do it!!
I some how put two .44 specials in the same hole at about 30'. While I was being congratulated I decided it would just be to cruel to set them straight.
My friend Dennis and I were alone at the range, and he went down to set up a target at the 100 yard line. In those days we both had excellent vision, and when he returned, I asked "Did that target already have a hole in it?" He said no, and I looked through the spotting scope and saw one of those giant black flies just on the edge of the black target. Dennis said "We can't allow intruders." He picked up his 30-30 Winchester, snapped it to his shoulder and fired. The fly disappeared, and a hole took its place. I said,"Oh, that's nothing!" and took the rifle from him. Dennis sat down and looked through the spotting scope as I fired, and he said "you hit the same hole." The hole had a small increase at the top, just barely visible. He and I both knew we had made dang lucky shots!
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When we lived in Alaska, we were Fall hunting caribou up on the North Slope. (about 120 miles north of the Arctic Circle) We had hunted all day--nothing. We were on our way back to camp when a whole herd wandered over the hill. We all got one, (except for the guy who have given up and had tied his .270 to his pack )
We had time to only partially bone them out before darkness and a storm rolled in on us, so we decided to come back the next moring and finish--since there was snow on the ground and close to zero, the meat surely wasn't going to go bad. So the next morning we set out back to our kill site with packs and pulling sleds. As we crested the hill into the valley, there was a fox having breakfast on my Caribou. I sat down and unlimbered my .338 Win Mag--the fox took off running and hit him with the first shot. I stepped it off at 250 yards. About all that was left was the tail. I'd like to claim it as skill, but....... (as an afterword, later than night as we were slogging back to camp in the dark, pulling sleds loaded with meat, in the midst of a driving snowstorm, I had a wolf run in front of me thru the light of my headlamp)
Scott, US Army 1974-2004
Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.
- Ronald Reagan
Back when I was a kid (long, long time ago) a buddy and I were out with our 22 rifles. Right at dusk, I saw a bat flying around and knocked him out of the sky with a 22 birdshot. While we were poking around on the bat, who really wasn't quite dead it turns out, within a minute every bat in three counties came screeching in. We found it is possible to out run a squadron of flapping bats - but just barely - over a 150 yard dash to the house.
Back in CT I was harassing raucous crows in a tall oak tree across the street, using a pump-up Crosman air rifle. Basically I was raining "suppressive fire" on them with a BB about every 3-4 seconds. I finally actually aimed at the loudest one, high up in the tree; using BBs and at a range of about 40 yards I knew it wouldn't kill a crow but I was hoping to just bruise him so he'd take off and take his noisy buddies with him. I hit him in the leg, and when he leaned over to react to the shot, he actually fell off the branch, flapped his wings a couple of times on the way down, then landed on his head in the street. Stone cold dead!
The other story wasn't so much a lucky shot as just funny. As a kid I was reducing the population of bunnies that were destroying my mom's prized iris. The grass was a little tall but I saw two bunny ears and a big black eye. I got on one knee and shot, and the bunny flopped over... cool! Went over to examine the body. Picked him up and he peed (normal), but... no blood anywhere! Then I looked closely and saw my shot had pierced one ear and nicked another, like I'd used a .22-caliber hole punch! I shook him and put him back on the ground, and he ran away. It was the luckiest day of his life, and I figured I'd give him a break.
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The self-proclaimed expert at our local range was babbling on and on about how useless snub-nosed revolvers are, inherently inaccurate, useless beyond 5 yards and other nonsense. I told him I disagreed then went to the 100-yard line and from a benchrest proceeded to put six rounds from a Colt Detective Special into a 5-inch group. Much better eyesight and coordination back then.
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
"Don't forget, incoming fire has the right of way."
Pheasant hunting with my dad. The dog had a bird in the middle of a huge field of long grass. We didn’t think a pheasant would just stay there like that, but the dog was going nuts, so we walk over and start kicking around in the under growth. Sure enough there was a rooster in there and he flushed when I was pretty well standing on him. I fired from the hip when the bird was about 6 feet from me. The bird fell to the ground and started running. Thinking I had winged him, I gave chase so that I could catch him and prevent the dog from eating him. The Dog caught the bird by the feet just as I caught up. I grabbed the bird and the dog let go. I was about to break the birds neck, as he was still thrashing, when I saw the “wound”. The bird’s head was gone. All that was left was the lower beak held on by a bit of skin. I was so startled I dropped the bird! Who says only chickens run around with their heads cut off!
Song bird,bb rifle,approximately 30 yds.,10 or 11 yrs. old.We were pretty goods with rocks too.