What is the best shot you have ever made?

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I was a new member at a shooting range. One of my first days there, I had a family hand-me-down .22 rifle that belonged to my grandfather and my dad before me. A pretty pedestrian bolt action .22 "kids gun" from the 1920's or so.

A group of guys were set up shooting at small bore silhouettes, 50 and 100 yards. They have super fancy bull barrel rifles with acres of glass in the optics - these guys' scopes look like they must have stolen them from the Palomar Observatory. They have their guns rested on sandbags.

One of the guys looks at my gun and makes a comment about how there's no way anyone could hit their tiny silhouette targets with iron sights. I took that as a challenge, naturally, and nailed a little spinner reactive target about the size of a quarter, offhand.

I wasn't about to try to hit it again.
 
I can't compete in the long distance catagory but I threaded the needle last season and took a nice 12 point with my 06.Distance was just over 100 yards through a lot of trees and brush and I was in the kneeling position to take the shot.Dropped it right where it was.Guess all those years of 4 position target shooting payed off....
 
Sparrow in mid-flight with a Yugo M48 Mauser.

Also my worst shot.
I saw it, folks. He cried. :(
My best was the same day with Dionysusigma's Heritage .22 revolver. Another friend shot a Pepsi can into the air with a Mauser, and I set it spinning at 100 yards. I may have been shooting at something completely different at the time, and it may have been 50 yards, but I like my version better.
 
M-16 Quals. During zeroing, I had 8 hits, all nicely placed. Problem was, I only fired 5. The guy next to me was hittng mine.:D
 
my best shot was at 500 yards. the target was one of those orange 5 gallon buckets they sell at home depot, and my dad and i were laying on a packing quilt.

i admit it, we were playing Quigley. we were using dad's Remington rolling block .45-70, which was custom built with a 16" heavy barrel, and flip up ladder sights. my dad was spotting with his nikon scope. i fired one shot, and he said "hit, knocked it over". i loaded another round, sighted up, and fired.

dad was speechless at first, and when he finally spoke, he said "there is no way you did that on purpose".

i just smiled and acted like i had. i looked through the scope, and realized my second shot had gone clean through the circle mark on the bottom of the barrel.
 
One shot kill on a polar bear with a 60 lb compound bow, 567 yards. (Okay, that was a video game, if you want to nitpick. . .)

Best real life shot was taking the head off a nail at 100 yards with my sister's 30/06 Mauser. I was shocked that I actually made it.
 
Muskrat hunting from canoe in spring flood; Missisquoi Bay, Vt in 1979; head shot on muskrat 106 yards away... Winchester Model 310 Single Shot, bolt action, open sights, .22 cal long rifle. Documented by two others.
 
3 shots, 3/8 inch group. Mini-14, open sights, very old NRL 25 yard slow fire pistol target (6x6) at about 75 yards.
 
A bunch of guys were popping rocks and cans at 100 yds with scoped 270s and 30-06s from prone. I popped 2 rocks and a can standing with my Marlin 336, iron sights, rapid fire. Never again.
 
I hit a clay bird at 100 yards offhand with a 1911A1 .45 ACP. I even had witnesses. I hit it with the third shot. Too cool.

Edit - The clay bird was stationary on the backstop.
 
2 shots which I am proud of

First was with a 30-06 tracer at 300 yards. My scope had just been placed on the gun, standing, I hit the absolute bulls eye.

Second was trap, it was a COLD windy day and my buddy missed his last shot and I loaded and blasted target as it hit the wind and jumped from about 2 feet off the ground to 4 feet.
 
when i was 13 i shot my first buck at around 130yds. With no scope with a
30-30 i was very proud of myself then and i still am now:D
 
A few, all of which fall into the category of "luck" versus "skill".

I have an occasional problems with pidgeons getting into my barn. They're messy, nasty things that crap all over the place. So, of course I shoot them when I can. The problem is, when you walk into the barn, and turn on the lights, they start flying around, and usually fly out the holes in the walls (its an old barn) pretty quick. So you have a very limited window to make the shot. Last time, I saw a couple fly into the barn so I grabbed my (scoped) .22, stuck a magazine in it at headed for the barn. Walked in the door, saw pidgeon on the other side of the barn, up high, threw the gun up (like you would a shotgun, no attempt at using the scope, and its semi-dark, even during the day), and pulled the trigger. Pidgeon dropped outa the rafters like a stone. I had center-punched him right through the chest!

Going back a few years: My first gun (age 14) was a single shot, bolt action .22. Living in a semi-rural area, we used to hunt woodchucks year round. Of course being young and stupid, I didn't have any idea that you probably shouldn't be taking 200 yard shots with a .22. And I actually killed a few 'chucks at 150-175 yards or so. Of course I missed about 40-50 times for every one I actually hit. So (having read WAY too much Jack O'Conner), I saved my pennies, and bought a .270 (Model 70, lightweight, SHORT barrel, withe 3-9x scope) when I was just shy of 15.

So we're out in the field one day, and see a woodchuck W-A-Y out there, in the downhill corner of a big field we were hunting. just visible to the naked eye. Since we were in grass about 3 feet high, I had my buddy sit up and I rested the rifle on his shoulder. I had no real idea of the range, except it was much longer than than the 100 yards I'd sighted the rifle at. So I held at least a foot-and-a-half high, and let fly. Pretty much cut the 'chuck in half. We paced it out to something like 375 paces.

P.S. My buddy never quite forgave me for that one...Said his ears rang for about a week after...I imagine he's got permanent hearing damage (as I do), from that shot.
 
Went out for some clay shooting on July 4th with my brothers and bro-in-law. My BIL was shooting 20 ga. at clays and I picked up my Marlin Mod 60 and said that I would hit the next one he missed. Wouldn't you know it, the very next one he missed, I hit the edge and broke a chip off. Not a solid center hit that blew it up, but it was a hit. Tried a few more times, but couldn't get another hit. Probably was 40 to 50 yds out.
 
I'll try to make this as quick as possible seein as how im a newbie here. Out in AZ with my dad and his friends out there on a private range. 200+ yards standing/ironsights with an m14 I hit a piece of tannerite about the size of a road flare (could barely see it ha!) The Vietnam vet next to me jumped up and gave me a high five and yelled "NICE F'N SHOT!" Same trip, my dad hit a piece of tannerite the size of a pop can at around 75 yards with his Kimber TLE RLII on the first shot. Not my shot but still very nice, at least in my opinion.
 
On the 4th, I shot a handthrown double out of the air with an AR-15.

Quit and went home right then, I did.
 
I've made some good shots with firearms, especially revolvers but the best of all time for me is with a slingshot. If you want to know what it was just ask. Chief
 
I was at the range with a buddy of mine just plinking one day. I had my Taurus 617 .357 magnum with me practicing when I thought I would try a long shot. I had set up some clay pigeons out at 75 yards and said, "Hey watch this..." First pull of the trigger and the only clay pigeon evaporated. His jaw hit the floor and he said, "I'll bet that you can't do that again." I tried a few more times but never did. It's funny how I knew it would hit the target the moment I squeezed the trigger. It felt like the perfect shot.
 
Not my shot exactly, but...

...I was the one getting shot.

I was in my early teens and had forgotten my glasses. Two friends and I were out boondocking, carrying my Daisy Powerline 860 and my brother's Crosman 760 Pumpmaster that had the barrel sawed off (yes, he's an idiot).

It's really windy, and we're pretty much done for the day. I've walked away with a friend to check something out, and the other friend is about 50 yards away or more. He points the Daisy up high and far left, and pulls the trigger to clear the chamber. The BB arced around and hit me just below the eye. It felt like somebody had thrown a chunk of gravel at me as hard as they could. I only knew it was the BB because of the BB-sized piece of missing skin at the base of my eyelid. Had I been wearing my glasses like I _always_ did I would be blind in that eye now, as the BB would have sent shards of lens into my eyeball. As it was I was just scratched and bruised, with a funny story to tell later.


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I shot a fox that I startled. He was running at about a 45 degree angle from my position at full speed. I stood up (I was driving a tractor) and fired one shot from my marlin 22 bolt action. I dropped him but he sat up so I fired again. By the time I got the shots off he was at about 75 yards from me. I drove over to check out the damage and I found two shots about an inch apart near the base of its skull right behind its ear. Cool.
 
Very small red squirrel darting through an old gravel pit, about 100 yards distant. He stopped for an instant and I nailed him with my CZ 452 ZKM's iron tangents. The way I figure, that counts as a thousand yard shot because he was less than 100 times smaller than a man :D
 
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