Was camping with some friends back in highschool at an old slave plantation in the middle of nowhere. We all brought 3-4 guns with us. They set up some impromptu targets (pop bottles, cans, and such) at about 50-75 yards and blasted away. The challenges started immediately. I was cutting and splitting firewood so we wouldn’t freeze that night. There was a pause for about 5 minutes or so and the shooting started again. Couple minutes later another pause. This time the shooting is much more slowed and controlled. In between the shots you could hear the “You suck”, “not even close”, “are you shooting blanks?” And all the laughter from razzing each other. Well I’ve got about a rick split and I’m ready for a break. So I go walking over to them because they have the cooler. One of them says
“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
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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.