What was best/luckiest shot you ever made?

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I was about 14 with my single shot .22 LR. We were on our way to NE. Central Wash. to hunt deer in the Columbia river river canyons upstream of the Grand Coulee Dam. On the way there, 4 or 5 coyotes passed in front of us in sagebrush country. Dad told me to load the Springfield .30-06 So
I did and he pulled over to the side of the road with the PU/Camper. The
coyotes ran east and by the time Dad came around the cab they were just disapprearin over a slight rise against a rock bluff running N-S.

We gave em a stalk enyway by running down the road to the north and stopping .... we ran east hoping to catch em. They were nowhere
to be seen. A magpie, white and black feathers, a member of the crow family landed on a basalt boulder. Dad told me to take a shot at least
we'd shoot at something. I shot and the Magpie dropped dead.
Dad paced it off - 77 paces hit the MP in the base of the skull and
separated it from the spine.

Once in a lifetime.... priceless what, 44 years ago?
 
Best rifle Shot:

June of 2006, was in Wy on a varmint trip. Was using my 16" free floated Hbar Bushy. Partner and I spotted a bunch of pdogs on a hill. We waxed all the short to medium range ones (everything under 200 yards), then got back into the trucks to move on.

Right before we leave, I radio "I see one more, let me zap him quick". I get out of my truck, and ask to use his hood as a rest. So while his engine is running (and shaking me), I line up on the dog, decide on a whim to come up 3 mil dots, and quickly take the shot.

Sure as hell I nailed him, flipped him in the air a good distance. I jump up and down cheering like a nut. Get the range finder, and zap the mound he was laying on. 280 yards......

We walk up, and the shot was a perfect chest shot. Guts blown all over the place. Was a perfect shot, and total luck.



Best Pistol shot:

3 months ago was doing some pdog shooting at my local spot. After a good 100 kills in 3 hours, I run out of .223 and start walking back to the car. I had my G26 (my carry gun) on me. Spot a dog barking at me about 50 yards down range.

I slowly walk up to him, stopping every time he stopped barking at me. Finally get to 25 yards (and verified the distance with the range finder before drawing my glock). He ducks down as I pull the glock. Damn it!

I fortunately decide to be patient, and wait a minute. He pokes just his head up at me, and starts barking. I bring my glock up, and aim a bit over his head. Gentle trigger squeeze while keeping my sights perfectly still. BAM. Trigger breaks, and the dog is gone. Damn it again!

Figured he ducked. I walk up to the hole.....

And sure enough I nailed him dead on. Perfect head shot, in fact there's nothing left from neck up. This shot I am most proud of, because it was a shot based on some skill and not total blind luck (though there was definitely some luck involved).
 
Luckiest damn shot I ever made in my life was when i was about 12 years old golpher hunting with my step brother. He was 16 at the time and had borrowed a semi auto 22 at the time. Ranch gun out in the country, don't remember the make at all but it never jammed when we were using it.

Anyways he had hogged the damn thing ALL day long, we must have bagged like 3 safeway bags full of these things, they were everywhere. Anyways finally i'm starting to get pissed because i havent had a shot at all, so we see one pop up and look around on top of his mound and I grab the rifle from my bro. I started to run towards it with the gun aiming, it must have been a good 40-50 yards away when I fired running. Nailed it, one shot, took a chunk right out of the top of his head with iron sights.
At the time I didn't think it was such a big deal, but I look back at that time now and I realize just how lucky of a shot that was haha.
 
Boot camp. I was qualifying and had 2 pop-up targets at once. Bullet passed through the first and hit the second. Got an extra round that time. Still shot like crap...
 
What was best/luckiest shot you ever made?
I haven't made it yet.

Well, there was that bb through
a bird's eye at age 9.
That was rad.

And I did take more than
a few squirrels with a Nylon 66.
Luck? Can't say. Could have been
sheer shooting prowess.

But, I have an hypothesis.
My best shot is yet to come.

Just picked up an 1894C
in .357 mag carbine.

Word: One sweet rifle.

Hypothesis:
My best shot
is yet to come.

Story at 11 ...
 
I can still remember it....

This goes back about 40 years! I was in Nam as a Special Forces soldier. My A-site worked extensively with the cambodes. When working with these guys, they want you to prove yourself in order to be worthy enough to be out on patrol with them. Well, long story short, we were out one time and they wanted to see what kind of a shot I was. Joking around I said "see that bird up there?" about 50 or 60 yards above us was some kind of little bird flying over. I swung the M16 from my hip and cranked off a round. The bird exploded in mid air! All the K's stated jabbering away and were arguing if it was luck or I was really the best shot they ever saw. They of course asked me to do it again and smiling I said I didn't want to because I didn't want to give our position away any more than I already had. They were never satisfied and I'm sure the argument continues to this day.

Actually - it was all skill!:D
 
Last month I was trying out a big cheapo Chinese scope on my AR and managed a 39mm group of three at 300 meters. A typical group was more like 90mm... This is no sub-MOA SPR, it's a BM Modular upper with a YHM long free-float on a Stag lower with stock parts and the barrel has seen about 10.000 rounds thru it.

Last year we were just finishing up the weekly IPSC club practice one evening - I was still doing rifle IPSC with my AK with a Kobra sight then. I had had a good day so I left a clay pigeon on the backstop when we went back to the shooting shelter to pack up. An older guy, formerly a really good pistol shot, said to me he can barely see the disc about 90 meters away. I announced "range is hot", loaded up and bust the clay offhand, doing the rifle presentation IPSC style from the hip and all. I really had no doubt either, which probably was the key.
 
I was probably 12 years old or so, and we were shooting clay pigeons with the one shotgun our family owned. My sister had the shotgun, and IIRC it was her first time shooting. I was playing around with my beloved Daisy Powerline 856. When the clay pigeon was tossed, I pulled up and pfttt and the clay broke into two or three pieces before my sister could get a shot off. She still hasn't forgiven me for that.

I thought that was pretty unique until one day I watched my cousin break 4 or 5 flying clay pigeons with his lever action .22 while others were shooting at the same clays with shotguns.
 
A few years ago my buddy and I were testing out the Desert Eagle his new Walther P22 (This was about a week before all shooting was banned on the ranch, they were cutting the land up for yuppie housing.), and we were sitting on the rocks at the edge of a creek shooting at pizza boxes with the .22. One of us would load, the other would shoot.

I had my Jericho at my hip, and he had the Eagle resting on an ammo box. In the middle of reloading, I spot something out of the corner of my eye, a water moccasin. I said in a surprisingly calm voice "Snake!" while backing up. Before I even popped the strap on my holster, my friend had already stood up, racked the slide on the Eagle, and fired one shot, surgically removing the snake's head...

But the story doesn't end there.

A little later, he was shooting at an empty coke can with the Walther. Couldn't hit the bloody thing to save his life. Come my turn, I slapped in my mag, raised the pistol sideways ("Gangster style", we didn't know what the heck a Weaver stance was at the time, but we did know that the stance I took was a joke.) and said "Watch this."

Nailed it with all ten shots. Wasn't even trying.

How does that song from Office Space go again? Hahaaa.
 
My friend had set a horrible metal target stand 100 yards away. It was 1 inch washers hanging by strings. we were shooting 10/22 and he sais, you can't hit that. I casually pulles out my .22 pistol and did a quick one handed shot, not expecting to hit anything. Ding! the washer flies off the string. then I just casually re holstered the gun. I had expected to miss by at least 5 feet and because of this I just did a quick shot in the general direction as a joke and it actaully hit. I told him I was aiming for it though. :)
 
My Dad bought me a Daisy Rider BB gun for Christmas and me and my friends were out shooting at figs on my Mom's fig tree. Well this fly landed on one of the leaves, and my friend say's "bet you can't hit it". Well I just raised the barrel one handed and cut the fly in half. Boy were we surprised.
 
My best lucky shot was actually shot at me. i was in Irak at the time(2003) in Ar Ramadi (bad place). And if we get attack I was part of the second line of defense. Well we got attack, we got attack almost every night but this time they were really fighting not running and shooting. So my buddy and me run to our foxhole which wasn't very deep and we saw a big flash from outside the gate, we both yelled rpg and duck down, the warhead fell right beside us but it never explode.
you guys know we began running the other way to get the heck away from that thing. For me that was my lucky, lucky day
 
Saw a rat outside the front of the house, ran inside and got the pellet gun. By the time I get back out front, the rat has run to the side of the house. I gave chase, turned the corner, raised and fired all in one motion....the rat was leaving the ground to jump through a chain-link fence, and I hit him right in the rear. Unfortunately the distance was too far (probably 25 ft) for the pellet to kill the rat, but I know he had a sore hind-end for the rest of the week.
 
My luckiest shot was with a Remington 870 modified with a barrel extension of a couple of inches. It was an ex-cop gun, and I was using it at a range because I was the only person there who could heft it (everybody else was significantly younger than me). I had been out of the shotgun-shooting loop for a while, and I had been shooting pretty bad all day. So I picked up the gun and readied it, then called "Pull!". The clay flew faster than I expected and it was lost, so I pulled the trigger because I could. Out in the distance I saw my target explode in flight. My range instructer exclaimed "Way to use that extra range!".
 
Best shots here.... Let's see...


Rifle:

300 yards with a Remington 700 ADL 30-06 using an old Redfield 4X fixed scope. I was benching off the hood of a 78 Jeep CJ5. Three shots in one small hole. I use that day even now to remind my dad that I can outshoot him! :)


Handgun:

Smith and Wesson .41 Magnum Revolver. While playing a softball tournament a friend told me he had just got one. Since we had a game off, we ran over to my house to test it out. He shot it several times at about 25 paces and did very good. Then he let me shoot it.

We were using a paper plate with a quarter literally taped in the center as a target. I centered the quarter on the first shot at 25 paces. Of course, he told me to do it again. I declined and explained that if I let the shot stand, he would always KNOW I was that good. If I took the shot and didn't do as well, he would always KNOW that I was lucky on that shot. As I saw it, I had everything to lose and nothing to gain.

Even though we both KNOW that I was lucky on that shot.


Shotgun:

Who knows...

-- John
 
Not me personally, but I did witness a friend of mine to the left of me shot 3 doves with one shot. The flock was about 10 doves, and the they were just stacked up for a lucky shot. Even he admitted it.

A different friend of my fathers shot 2 ducks with one shot.
 
LUCKIEST shot:


I was 13 or 14, can't remember which, and deer hunting with a Ruger M77 in .280 Rem. Anyway, I took a shot at a little forky (only buck I'd seen all season, so I was ready to shoot at anything with antlers) and missed. The buck took off running, and I proceeded with several follow up shots at a fairly rapid rate (my brother later commented that it sounded like I was firing semi-auto). Then the buck stops running about 50 or so yards from where he started at. I take a little time to aim this time, and squeeze off a round (my last, btw) and the deer drops like a ton of bricks. After I got up to it I saw that I had shot it in the neck, taking out the spinal column, which surprised the hell out of me because I was aiming for the heart (kill zone).

I found out later that the reason I didn't hit where I was aiming was because the scope was jarred off of center due to a fall I had taken earlier that morning. Basically, I was damned lucky to have hit a vital area, rather than missing entirely or (worse) wounding the animal in a place that wouldn't have killed it quickly.
 
in front of an audience

Many years ago, when I was first starting out as a criminal defense attorney, I was also competing, primarily in pistol events - IPSC as well as IMSA stuff. One day I went to the range to train and the police force was up for a qualifying shoot.

The range officer said I was welcome to shoot with them, but asked if I had any long guns as they were back at 50 yards. I said no, but I would shoot a few runs at 50 with them. This led to some snickering from the assembled group. They were using the big B27 targets and the range officer, who had shot with me, said that the target was probably way too big for my taste, head shots. I agreed to head shots and there was some real chuckling then. I loaded 5 rounds in my S&W 629, shot them. The range officer asked how they felt and I said ok, but I was cold and pulled the last one down and to the right.

So the whole group, 20+, walks up to the target together - and I drilled 4 of the shots into a nice "4 leaf clover" dead center head! :) The 5th shot was about 1/2" down and to the right. The range officer did not blink - he just pointed and said, yeah, you pulled that one a little.

Of course, everyone was amazed - and we kept the deadpan up until everyone left - then the range officer and I laughed. He said, "Most people do that once in a lifetime stuff all alone at the range - you did it in front of a large and critical audience." He signed the target (I still have it) and hung it in the LE training room for a few weeks before giving it to me.

For years, I would meet officers far away from home as I traveled for the government trying cases, and they would ask, excuse me, are you the guy who shot 5 into one hole at 50 yards, which is how the story spread. I always had to confess, actually no, four in one and the 5th was about 1/2' inch down! ;)
 
One time when I was about 18 years old, I had started getting into long range competition shooting. Armed with a Remington 30-06 I was with in the 8 ring at 700 yds all day long. One of my peers bet me $50 bucks I couldn't hit within the 7 ring at the 1200 yd target. As a young cocky punk I took that bet. I ligned up my scope, and focused on my breathing, pulled up and BANG! Not feeling good about the shot at first, then I heard some body say "Holy Sh*t he got it!" Come to find out i got it perfectly in the 10 ring. Ever since I have not been able to recreate that shot, no matter what I try.
 
I shot a quarter through the middle I stuck to a target at 100yards using an M14 National Match with high end optics free standing. Im not much of a rifle shooter and the great gun and luck did 99% of the work. Still, everyones jaw dropped and I smiled without letting them know I was more surprise than anyone! I still have the quarter and show it to pals.
 
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