What is the best shot you have ever made?

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The best shot for me would probably be over last summer. A bunch of crows always are at my house and knock over the bird feeders, harass other birds, etc. So one day, there was a group of 6-10 crows by the feeder, directly in front of my kitchen window. I walked out on the porch to shoo them away and they flew to my backyard. They were about 75 ft away, so I grabbed my Beeman Silver Kodiak with the .177 pellet barrel on. The scope was off, and the gun had no sights, so I did not think I would hit anything. I kind of pointed the gun in the general direction of the closest bird... Long story short, I walked over, the bird was on the ground with a hole in his neck... where I aimed.
 
30 yds with my Bowtech Carbon Knight--second arrow went straight down the shaft of the first arrow. Very expensive shot though--destroyed 2 carbon fiber PSE arrows and a broad head in one shot.
 
Years ago an old Daisy BB gun came to me out of the blue. It was so old and worn I could watch the BB arc down to the ground when I was shooting some tin cans in the back yard. There was almost no way to aim the thing. About 50 - 60 feet away off to the side a squirrel appeared on a tree trunk and stopped. Doin' a hillbilly holdover, over a foot high, I scored a hit right on its back. The BB bounced off and the squirrel high-tailed away.
 
It would have to be my very first shot with an IZH46. It belonged to a friend, who loaded it, cocked it and fired it once; then he handed it to me and I loaded and fired it. I knew I hit the target, but there was no hole... after a minute we realized that I'd put my pellet into the hole made by his.

Had to rush out and buy one after that... :o
 
First shot of a range session, with a friend. Hadn't gone shooting in several months. With my S&W 4516, put my first round dead center of the ten-ring. Still have that target.

Haven't repeated that since, though I do get close
 
Not my shot but an amazing one nevertheless.
My friend and I were plinking along the river bank with a couple bolt action, iron sighted Sears and Robuck 22 Long rifles.
Around 1966.

An old dead Oak Tree was way off in the distance.
One big crow was perched on a branch. It was at least 150 yards +.
My buddy, Gordon says.. "See that bird on that old Oak tree?"

Yea...

He says he will hit it and I had to laugh.
One shot. Nailed it.
I was impressed. I, personally don't have an amazing story.
 
Actually, my best is a toss up between that shot or the time I put a BB in a squirrels eye and then out the other from 20 ft.
 
Deer running full bore at 25 yards broad side. Hit him right in the lungs. Yeah, that's with a bow. My best shot? Probably my luckiest! LOL
 
My best shot? All my shots are good*.;)
*NOTE: I do make everyone I shoot with sign non-disclosure agreements in case anyone should ask.

Old man I used to work for told me a story about my Dad. They were walking along a field one time and a woodchuck was sitting one the other side of the field, about 150 yards away. Old man Kenyon turned to my father and said "Well Joel, you are always talking about what a great shot you are, hit that woodchuck".

Dad took the .22 rifle with open sights and plugged that woodchuck right through the head. They both thought he had missed until they walked over to where it was laying on the ground. I talked to my Dad about it and he laughed and said he was surprised he hit the damn thing and prayed the rest of the hunt they would not see a rabbit because he was afraid he would miss the shot. But Old Man Kenyon talked about that shot for years and years.
 
I went on a dove hunting with two brothrrs who both shot competitive skeet. Me, I stink with a shotgun. Happy to get 5 birds with a box of shells. After a day of mostly missing the younger of the two wanted to shoot my Series 70 Gold Cup 45. I gave him a full magazine and we placed a soda can about 20' in fromt of him. He missed it 5 times in a row. He dropped the mag and cleared the chamber locking the slide back and handed it back to me disgusted. I immediately put another mag in, dropped the slide and point shooting hit the can, popping it up in the air about a foot. The next shot drove the can out of the air and into the ground.

I dropped the mag, cleared the chamber turned and said to him "thars how it's done". To this day Mark thinks I am the best hip shooter around.

I never had, or since repeated that feat. Actually have never tried again. I didn't expect to hit that can once then and i have no reason to think i could now. 30 years later. Alwys been a target, slow fire shooter.
 
Group shoot

I was at an annual qual shoot and there were about 25 of us there. After the group got through the qualification shoots the instructors decided that just for gun we would shoot for speed and accuracy on the line in relays until one of us won over all. We shot until everyone was eliminated except me and one other shooter. We went back on line (about 10 yards) and a five shot rapid fire round was called timed for about 3 seconds. When the smoke cleared me and the one other Dpty were tied, or so it seemed. The head instructor called a clear range and all four instructors went down and examined the two targets. After about 10 nerve racking minutes they announced that I won on points based on two rounds going through the same hole. I won a free hot dog and coke and pats on the back from my fellow Dptys. Some long years ago but I still remember that afternoon vividly.
 
woodchuck at a measured after the fact 636 yards. Early 1970s. No range finder. Rifle: Remington Model 600 .308 Winchester (18.5" carbine)
Ammo: handloaded 125gr SP. one shot. Luck, or the Force, was strong that day. (this was before I had a dedicated varmint rifle, or a driver's license. ;)

80yard shot crow, friend's 8 3/8" S&W M629 shooting .44 special. Didn't expect to make that one, either, but feather's flew and the crow, did not. Kneeling position.

One of my favorite "best shots" wasn't all that far, 40 yds, maybe. Friend and I were plinking, shooting at a rock on a canyon wall, across a small creek. he tried my Browning BDA 45, fired several shots, hitting all around it.

Handed the gun back to me, saying "I think your sights are off.."
I took it, left handed (my weak hand, and I NEVER do weak hand shooting), generally pointed it at the rock, and just looked over the top of the gun (didn't actually aim). Hit twice with two shots. Told him "Sights are fine!"
His (friendly) reply was two words, the last one was "you!" And a smile. It was a good day.
 
When i was 19, i took a shot about 160 degrees from where i was facing. It was off hand in a tree stand. 60ish yards right in the boiler room. I've sat in that stand numerous times and there's no way i could take that shot today. The buck was nothing special, but the shot was what i remember.
 
110yd head shot on a Muskrat (back when fur was worth money) with a Winchester single shot bolt .22 with peep sights...

Oh yeah...

Did I mention I was in a 12 foot boat with my Father...In a 5-knot wind...And the boat was rocking like crazy?

Dad cursed me up and down as we then had to break 60 yards of skim ice to get to the Skrat...He only let me take the shot cuz he 'knew' I'd miss...

Ah, youth...

:cool:
 
Hunting bucks in Utah in the 80's, opening day. I spot 2 bucks running broadside up a draw behind me, the first is a 4x4 with eye guards but not very wide or tall, the second is a 4x3 with no eye guards but he has respectable width and height. Being opening day I decided to let them go and work for something better. Just then they turn and are now running directly away from me up a hill. As they top the hill I decide I'll try to shoot the 4x3 in the back of the head, they're around 125 yards from me still running. Off hand I shoulder the rifle and as the crosshairs cross the back of his head I touch the trigger. He dropped in his tracks and when I got to him it was if he was asleep, legs tucked under him. One of the luckiest shots I've ever made, off hand, over 100 yards and a moving target. I would not even attempt that shot now days.
 
If you had asked "what is the best shot you have ever made INTENTIONALLY" I would have passed on making a comment. But about 45 years ago I went to the desert north of El Paso, Texas with a neighbor, in part to shoot for the first time an old WWII British Enfield carbine (that I wish I still owned). Not being sure the gun would not blow up in my face, I held it at my waist and jokingly said "middle wire", pointing at the power/telephone lines about 400 yards or so to our north in the open expanse leading to New Mexico. I pulled the trigger and a second later the middle wire parted, falling neatly to the ground! My neighbor was stunned, saying that he had never seen such a great shot, especially shooting from the hip! I should have quit at that moment, but further shooting at some bottles and cans showed that I was just a fair marksman and that the first round was truly pure luck (or bad luck for the folks depending on that middle wire!).
 
I was working in LE, patrol with an addition job as LE sniper.

I got a call (disturbing my lunch) to call the Patrol LT. Apparently some kid was bit by a stray shepherd. Animal Control had been attempted to get the dog for some time. The Doctor said if the dog wasn't captured and tested by midnight the kid would have to go through a series of rabbi shots.

The LT just told me to go get the dog. I took the rifle (Rem 700 Varmint in 223 using M193 ball) out of the trunk and put it in the front seat so it would warm up. It was near zero.

I drove across town to the location and came to a large abandoned gravel pit with a group of people standing around. I started to ask Dispatch for the last location the dog was seen, then saw it running (and people pointing) on a bank about 200 -250 yards away.

I shut the car off, stuck the snout of the rifle out the window and shot the running shepherd. It did a double summer sault and fell off the bank.

I got a cheer from the crowd and started to pull the rifle back in the car. Animal Control officer ask it I was going to go retrieve it. I looked across at the deep snow to the dog (which later was measured at 235 yards) I says nope, I was sent to get the dog, I did, now its a dead dog, an animal control problem. And headed back to my patrol area.

I cant say it was the best shot I ever made, but the kid and his parents thought so.

Turns out the animal wasn't rabid and the kid didn't have to get the shots.

Some times its better to be lucky the good.
 
I was watching a wasp fly around and it landed on a rock about 30 yards away.
The rock was about 2" in diameter and I could make it out, but not the wasp. I was using a pistol and took a bead and fired. NADA that I could see happened. Rock didn't shift, wasp didn't fly away.
I finally walked over and when I looked closely, I found a set of wasp wings on each side of the rock.:):eek:
 
I have a replica 1851 Remington .44, I set up 2 bowling pins at 15yrd, about 8 ft from each other, I drew from the holster and fanned the hammer, 2 shots and hit each pin, shooting from the hip. Never could do it again, but at least I had a witness.

First time I shot trap, I worked until midnight, stayed up and was out at the spot at 6am, I had a FIE single shot 20ga, I nailed my first few clays. There were 6 of us shooting and we started to shoot eliminations, I went last, and proceeded to clean everyone's clock, I shot up all my ammo and was given 3 more boxes and shot that up as well, I think I nailed 95 out of 100 clays. Never been able to do that again.
 
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