Freak Shots

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I was swapping some deer hunting stories with some friends (over a few golden pops with the foam on top) and remembered one of my strangest kills.
I once shot a doe (while bowhunting) that heard my string release. Well, as she looked towards the noise while trying to wheel away, my arrow went up her left nostril and embeded about a third of the way up the arrow shaft. She dropped to the ground, started using her front paws to pull the arrow, and died in about 15 seconds. I didn't know exactly what had happened until I walked over to her. I couldn't believe it.

I was going to limit this to whitetails but, I guess a freak shot is a freak shot regardless the animal.

So the question is:
Have you ever had a shot that left you thinking I can't believe that just happened and by all means please tell the story?
 
Not really a freak shot. but i Shot a a buck i didnt feel comfey with shooting as it was over 300 yards. Shot and just new i missed. No blood not a drop. Found the Skull 6 months later. I dont know if i had hit him or not.
 
Here is mine from...
http://thefiringline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=355137&highlight=scared+to+death
Scare a rabbit to death?
Well there has been a fat ol' cottontail just a little to brazen around here and "Deadly" the bulldog ain't had a "bunny treat" in near a year so I break out the ol' Savage bolt gun. It was only a 50 foot shot. He had his back to me eatin' and when he lifted his head I put the crosshairs at the base of his head. Cracked off the trigger and he did a full 360* front flip as expected and DRT...

Now here is the funny part. I went over and inspected for fleas before toting him to the dog yard. NO FLEAS! But I also had no visible entrance or exit wound from the .22 LR HP Federal... NONE NO BLOOD NO WHERE None from the nose, mouth or ears. I ran my fingers thru the pelt all up his back, belly, neck and head and NUTTIN'

Reckon I missed but scared the poor bugger to death?
Deadly had to work harder to get started as she normally locates the exit wound and starts there.
Brent
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Reminded me of one, Brent. Was quail hunting in a creek bed and I'm not much of a wing shot. I fired at a single and wasn't sure about whether I'd connected in the heavy foliage so I looked and found a dead bird. Was cleaning birds that evening and ran across that bird. Couldn't find a pellet, only a broken neck. Then we remembered a hawk was hunting that creekbed when we showed up.
 
I've done a few crazy shots, one time when i was a kid i saw a bunny sitting about 20 yds away, took a shot with my crossman bb gun. I saw the bb fly and hit it right in the butt, bunny fell over. DRT. when i skinned him there was just a bruise on the hip. Another time out dove hunting a dove flew about 10 ft over my head, I spun around and shot my 20 ga from the hip, didn't even think about it. The bird hit the ground, i had taken his head clean off, couldn't believe it.
 
i was walking along a trail with my brother heading out to our deer hunting spots. a doe jumps up and starts running down the trail right in front of us.

my brother pulls up and shoots with his n/e single shot 20 ga.

the deer goes tumbling.

when we gut there there was blood leaking out its bum, and no other holes.

it was a mess inside, just nasty.
 
Shot a Pronghorn in the left eye (after talking about making "only left eye shots" all the way over, in the truck), at 650 yards. One shot. One eye.


Shot a Pronghorn in the ass, and blew intestinal contents into the body cavity last year - with a full pass-through wound. ...After 3 of us confirmed she was facing us (laying down), at 450 yards... Obviously, the first line of this description gives away that she was facing away, but had her head turned. The shot was perfect, and worked... but, there was a lot of meat loss from the daytime heat and intestinal contents being impregnated into meat. Not so much a freak shot; as a good shot, with a freak outcome. (All of us still swear {ignoring physical evidence} she was facing us.)
 
When I was in my late teens we lost a beef cow to breaking a leg in a woodchuck hole so I swore that I was gonna take that 'chuck out. This one was wily though. First off I couldn't get closer than about 55 yards or he'd duck down and be gone, second I swear he knew I was there anyway and every time I'd think I had the shot...he'd duck down.


Finally after two evenings of this cat n' mouse game I got ****** off and in sheer frustration I just let one fly into the berm around the hole the chuck had dug and then I walked down the field figuring to just cram some rocks into the hole and "inconvenience" mr chuck.

Well I found the body laying there...no head at all. Somehow that .243 varmint bullet penetrated about 3" of dirt at the edge of the hole and still had enough integrity to completely remove mr chuck's head.
 
I was deer hunting when I was about 15 or so and I had one little hog come in all on his lonesome. We don't take too kindly to hogs here in SC so I decided I was going to take this little fella home with me since he was perfect grilling size ( about 30-40lbs).

He was quartering to me so I put the crosshairs between his neck and shoulder and pulled the hammer back on the 30-30. Mr. Oink goes down and doesn't move so I get out of the stand and go check him out. No blood no entry or exit no nothing! Upon skinning him out I realized that every rib down one side of his spine had been clipped. Apparently some time between pulling the trigger and the bullet striking piggie he turned and the bullet when into his open mouth!
 
Here's another from my family

Between my dad and I we have about 70 years of duck hunting experience. Well, when my son turned twelve he was ready to do some duck damage. We took him and another boy on a youth only hunt. This is the first time with the guns for both of them. As a group of Greenwing Teal zip across his side, he brings up his 20 guage and shoots two shots. The first shot connects and the second shot connects twice. That's right, the little guy kills two ducks with one shot. My dad and I knew that we would never ever hear the end of that one.
 
When i was about 13 or 14 my dad had a problem with rats in his chicken yard. Dad jokingly told me one day that he would pay me $2 for any small rats i killed and $5 for any big ones. This sounded a lot better than mowing grass for money so i got his 10/22 and headed for the chicken yard. As the next couple of days went by i had a blast blasting rats. Then one day i was headed up to the chicken yard and about thirty yards from the gate i saw one of those little critters running hell bent for one of their holes under the chicken house. I threw the 22 up swung on him and shot figuring i might get lucky. when i got to the rat i found that my shot had caught him right at the base of the head. I proudly told my dad the story he laughed said i was very lucky and paid me my money.
 
One day a buddy and I were out shooting rabbits with our open sighted .22 rifles. He sorta started something when he was getting out of the truck and saw a rabbit running up a nearby hill. I said, "Shoot it!", and he pulled his rifle from the truck, extended it to arm's length, and pulled the trigger.

We both heard the bullet smack, just as the rabbit topped the hill. His jaw dropped, but we found the dead rabbit.

A little while later, a jackrabbit ran down a long slope and went into some catclaw where we couldn't see it any more. I was following it with my sights when it entered the 'claw, so I followed through and took the shot. I killed that one, too.

A little while later, my buddy tried for a pigeon that was flying by. There was a hill behind it for a backstop, and he missed two or three shots. I laughed and he said, "You try!", so I did. One shot with a little Browning BL-22, and I broke it's neck. I think Daniel almost had to pick his jaw up off the ground.

All of them were vERY lucky shots, but I reckon luck was with us that day.

Daryl
 
The power of a .45 !! I shot a feral cat in tall grass at least 40 yds away with my 1911.He disappeared from sight but he was there ,dead when I checked .I looked for the hole ,one side then another , no hole ! Looked in the mouth , no damage.??? Checked again in the long fur ,there was a narrow strip of shaved fur about two inches long just over the spine .The skin was not penetrated but it had killed him. Yes the power of a 45acp !
 
Has a wood chuck that teased me for several weeks.
Every time I snuck out of the house with the 9mm carbine and get set, he would haul ass to his burrow. Now we are only talking 60 yards or so. Many shots at a moving target but no joy.:o

For some reason I left the carbine in the garage one day.
Look out the window and see that chuck munching in the meadow.
Grab the 9mm pistol and lean out the back door and pump off two shots off hand and damned if he didn't roll over DRT.:D

Now if I can only get he other three that are a pox to me.:mad:








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First Dove. Was hunting rabbits with a sling shot with my neighbor, been doing that for years. Rabbits score astronomical, my score zero. A Dove landed on a phone wire over our head and he says shoot that since you aren't any good at ground targets. No aiming, just load the old 38 slug I had pulled out of the berm for cheap sling shot ammo and let fly. I hit the wire, Dove got off lucky I think till it fell dead at my feet. Doves are delicious.
 
I hit a squirrel with a cylinder choke 12 gauge firing #9 shot at about 120 yards. The thing went right now. No one believed that the squirrel we found near where I shot was the same one. Upon closer examination there was ONE entrance wound in the side of its heard.
 
I shot a whitetail buck moving through the woods. Probably less than 50 yards with a 7 Mag 140 grain ballistic tip bullet. I hit it in the onside front elbow, it upset the bullet, which clipped the chest, and drove a piece of its sternum through his heart. Not quite off the rock, over the creek,and between the trees but close.

I guess it is good to be lucky once in a while.
 
I shot a coyote one time that was standing broadside, facing to my left. It's left side was toward me, and I aimed at it's chest.

When I got to the coyote, the entrance wound was through the RIGHT side of it's head.

If my buddy hadn't been watching, I'm not sure I'd have figured it out. The coyote turned it's head to look behind it, and places it's head between me and it's chest. That's when the bullet hit it.

For a few minutes, I was sorta wondering if someone else had shot at the coyote at the same time I did!
 
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