What is the best shot you have ever made?

Back in the early 90's we had 3 bowling pin tables permanently mounted at the far right corner of our 50 yard pistol range. We'd shoot pin matches from 10 yards in front of the tables, but when they weren't being used we'd just leave 5 pins standing on each of them.

It was about a 60 yard slant to them from the normal range firing position. From that normal range firing position, I could get about a 50% hit rate on the pins on a very good day.

First time I ever shot a Glock was when the Glock 22 (.40 S&W) first came out. Friend of mine brought his out and handed me a loaded 15 round mag. Went 15 for 15 on the pins from 60 yards. Never came close to doing that again.
 
When I was in my late teens a buddy and I were shooting in an old sand pit, him with a Colt 1911 and me with a pitiful little Armenius .22LR revolver. He found a clay pigeon, gave it a frisbee toss, and brought his pistol up. I hit it before he got a shot off. Wouldn't try it again.
 
Nailed a fly to the "X" in the center of a target @ 100yds.

With an iron-sighted Ruger 10-22:eek:

Yes, I have a witness.

No, I've never done it again.
:D
 
duck hunting, I was walking up to the pit blind in a rice field, a group of teal buzzed us from behind, they turned and came back toward us, I did not have a shell in the shotgun, was putting one in, just had time to flip the shotgun back over and shot from the hip, two teal fell, one right at our feet. Had not even gotten into the blind and had a third of my limit.

Of course, I got plenty of razing when I missed a big ole mallard that was cupped up and landing less than 30 feet in front of me just a few minutes later.

David
 
OK, I'll play.
I was shooting black powder loads out of my Frontier Six Shooter. As I went downrange to tape the targets, I found myself standing edge-on to one of the targets - corrugated cardboard - at about 20 feet.
Out loud, I said, "Bob Munden here . . . I'm going to try to split this target with one shot from a Colt Peacemaker. Do you think I can do it? Well, let's see . . .".
Not seriously thinking I could hit it, no matter how hard I tried, I sort of held the gun out in the direction of the target and fired.
The bullet cut through about 3/4 of the target's 18" width, and the top half keeled over.
Of course, nobody saw me do it.
 
Ground hog with a Ruger 77 in 6mm Rem with a 3 X 9 scope and he was moving across my line of sight.
340 yards. One pull of the trigger and Green cloud.
 
OK, I'll play.
I was shooting black powder loads out of my Frontier Six Shooter. As I went downrange to tape the targets, I found myself standing edge-on to one of the targets - corrugated cardboard - at about 20 feet.
Out loud, I said, "Bob Munden here . . . I'm going to try to split this target with one shot from a Colt Peacemaker. Do you think I can do it? Well, let's see . . .".
Not seriously thinking I could hit it, no matter how hard I tried, I sort of held the gun out in the direction of the target and fired.
The bullet cut through about 3/4 of the target's 18" width, and the top half keeled over.
Of course, nobody saw me do it.
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I was in south Texas for a turkey hunt, and I had my 220 Swift along with me. Some of the guys were checking their POI's and shooting at targets with a bullseye of about an inch and a half in diameter. I didn't see the need for that target, so I waited till they finished. That left just me and the ranch manager, and he suggested that the range was mine now, and he went to hang another target. I said to wait up and "do you have a magic marker". He did, so I drew a tiny dot about 22 caliber size. He asked what that was and had a big laugh when I said it was my target. So he hung the target and I shot it. The hole was 1 inch high, which was where it was supposed to be. He would not accept that and was laughing big at my supposed miss. So...I got the other handloads (Norma cases) and loaded one into my Ruger 77V, with the new Douglas barrel and the 6.5-20 Leupold scope and let fly with the bullet. Drilled the target dot precisely.

I don't know if I could ever duplicate that shot, but I did make it when it really mattered. That guy was really impressed. I hunted down there for 3 or more years after that and he'd talk about that shot every time, to anybody that would listen. I stayed worried that someone would call on me for a redo, but nobody ever did, thank goodness.
 
Fast & Fancy

Shot deer under chin at 18" with my left hand. Deer was jumping over me as I
was coming up over a run bank. I was pulling myself up with my right hand on
a sapling, my A-5 Browning 12 g in left. Deer was a blur, touched one off out
of self defense. No meat damage at all! What topped this off was it happened in
front of 7 witnesses. I never let them forget that one.
Scope, Scope, I don't need a stinking scope. This really gets to them, makes
deer hunting worth while.
 
Dove hunting with a pump I shot a dove first round then shot the second of the pair flying with the second round and while collecting my birds, I chambered number 3 Terminator style and one handed shot a cotton tail rabbit stupid enough to be in the area.

This year on vacation I got a cotton tail in the head on the run at 75 yards with a 22.

Mel
 
I have a couple favorite moments. Please keep in mind I'm no talent with a firearm.

The first time I fired a .44 Magnum, I loaded the chambers and put a target out to about 30 - 35'. Raised the gun, cocked the hammer and plugged the exact center of the target leaving a perfect, thin black circle around the bullet hole in the bullseye.

This past August I went shooting with a friend and his dad. My friend set up a couple of clay pigeons on the dirt about 100' away. Rule was shots had to be taken off-hand. His dad managed to pop one after a few of tries with a .22. I got up, slapped a mag into my Glock 19, racked the slide and took aim at the last clay pigeon.

I paused and lowered the gun. I took a breath, re-focused and re-aimed. I slowly squeezed off a shot and the target exploded. I'd nailed it dead center. My friend said "I'll give you a hundred bucks if you can do that again in one shot!" I declined the offer so I could enjoy the memory.
 
Russian SAIGA, 7.62 X 39 HORNADY, Bushnell Trophy red dot - non magnified.

Two rounds touching each other almost dead to center bulls eye. Third shot made it a 1-3/8" group.

The rifle is not that accurate.
 
I was pleased with this group of 10. First ten rounds in a cold rifle, 100 yards, bench.

Not my smallest group ever, but not a bad score at 100-10X !

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Maybe not my best, but certainly one of my most memorable shots was the first time I took a Grouse on the wing. I think it was sometime in the mid 1980's. I remember the general location, but darned if I can remember the exact year.

I used a Eibar Spanish made side by side 20ga. The Grouse flushed from my right front flying to the left. Range was somewhere around 25-30 yards. I was on one side of a small clearing and the Grouse on the other side. Maybe not a technically difficult shot for many hunter's but as my first shot at a flying Grouse, it was to me.

One shot and it dropped like a proverbial rock out of the sky. :)

Regards,

Rob
 
Can think of a couple of best shots, one with a 22 rifle and other a 9mm FN hi power pistol.

Had bought a Marlin 99M1 22LR around 1966 and when riding with my hunting buddy into our hunting lease, spotted a large bird in a tall dead tree, maybe 200 plus yds away. Told my buddy to stop, wanted to try the 22 with open sights for the first time. So, we get out of the truck and I point out the bird in the tree. Took me about a minute to point out the large bird in the dead tree, silloueted against a clear blue sky. Buddy laughs at me for attempting the shot with a rifle I hadn't even fired yet, way too long a shot for a 22, and etc. Well, I fired one round, and several seconds later, bird toppled off the dead limb to the ground. My buddy, just shook his head, commenting, I'm NOT ever going to tell anyone about this, no one will believe me.

As to the FN 9mm high power shot, it too took place in the late 60s. I'd loaded a box of 7.65X53 ammo for my 1891 Argentine deer rifle. But, I'd used the smallest grain bullets I could find and with a very reduced load of powder. Estimated the velocity of my load to be around that of a 22. Chuckle, my intent was to squirrel hunt with my peep sighted rifle. So, I'd fired a four or so rounds at a target to test them and then took off to the woods for a squirrel. Along one side of a fenced in pasture on our several hundred acre lease was a line of large oak trees, spaced about 30 yds apart. Spotted a squirrel run down a trunk and go to the next tree. Kinda winter time, so few leaves on the Oaks. I took up position behind the tree, squirrel had left, and waited patiently for a shot at him. Finally had a clear shot at him and took it. I missed and he left that tree for next one. I moved to tree he'd left and waited again for another shot. Squirrel provided me with another clear shot, took it and missed again. Squirrel again ran down trunk and go to next tree. Well, a fair number of trees later and I'm down to my last reduced load round for my 91 Argy. I was miffed. By this time the squirrel had no fear of me. Little bugger was upright, fully exposed, on a fairly low limb, casually eating an acorn, looking at me while I stood in the open taking aim with my last round. Egads, I missed him again and he never even stopped eating on that darn acorn. I was seriously miffed at myself and that darn squirrel. Dropped the rifle and looked around for a rock to throw at him. I'd been a baseball pitcher growing up with excellent control. But, no rocks to be found. Arrrrrg. Well, I always carried my hi power pistol when hunting....had 12 rounds or so in its mag and another 20 rounds in a cartridge holder on my belt. I couldn't hit a barn with that pistol, but had a hoot shooting it. Anyway, the squirrel was still on the low limb eating the acorn when I fired my first round with the pistol. Dang if I didn't hit him between its eyes. I did a victory dance and returned to our cabin on the property. Buddy I was hunting with that day was at the cabin when I'd returned and asked me about all the shooting he'd heard me do. I told what had happened and that with my first pistol shot I'd got the squirrel, right between its eyes. Well, he was quite aware of how bad I shot the FN, laughed at me, saying something like, "yea sure, no way I'll believe that."
 
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I was on the scout for a deer once all alone. Just Still Hunting my way to a local small river was my intentions. {about a hours walk.} A nice quiet mat of fallen pine needles to walk on down a old skidder trail. Sight seeing all the way. Walked up on a pair of partridges and froze once to take notice of a conniving weasel catching a mouse on the side of the trail. {interesting little things weasels are.} Well sir. As I approached the river bank from above. I suddenly noticed the white tips of set of antlers coming up that rivers steep bank right too me. Oops!! to late to run or hide. Not knowing just what to do. I simply & quietly side stepped 3 ft and stood behind a tinned out scrawny balsam growing in the middle of the trail. About 5 1/2 feet tall that tree was and I'm 6'2. Well as usual. I got to watch'in that Buck way to much in my scope as he slowly walked towards my so called camouflaged position. I pull the trigger on my Ruger Rd. Top 243 when I could actually see those Black whiskers of his on that long muzzle without the need of any scope. {a simple point and aim shot is all I had to make} About 5 or 6 feet from muzzle to muzzle he was when I punched his ticket once and for all. Its one hell'ava feeling you get when you confront a 180 lb. Buck in full rut >eye to eye. Now that is what I call "a once in a lifetime (exciting) Bang flop shot!!" :)
 
One of my favorites since it was on purpose. Deer hunting one very cold morning, ditging at the base of a tree. 3 deer came in from behind on my left. Stiff and co k d no way I could turn far enough to my right to get a shot. I shifted rifle to left hand and layed over about 45 degrees. Sure enough lined up with them, aiming was a little awkward but they were only about 50 yards away. At the shot deer scattered evetrywhere, as there were more than what I saw. When I got rolled around to get to my feet there was a little button lying there anchored with a high shoulder shot. As s for luckiest probably while on a rabbit hunt with a .410, crows flying overhead, buddy who had been giving me grief over my little .410 yells why don't you shoot one of those crows! I just threw the .410 up and shot, honestly don't reme.be ever seeing the crow first. The world's unluckiest crow folded up stone dead. Later on the same hunt I missed a sitting rabbit, fortunately buddy didn't see that shot.
 
The best shot I remember was with a Ruger Mk III 22 pistol. I was in my late teens at the time and my father brought me to the range with him to sight in his bear rifle. A buddy of his lent him the Ruger pistol,I don't know why, but he had it. While the old man was fussing away with his sights, I found an undamaged skeet clay near the woodline of the range. I hanged that clay on the 80 yard marker post, and went back to the firing line, aimed high and took two shots. nothing happened. When I went to remove the clay from the post, I noticed a 22 sized hole in the clay. I guess I could not shatter the clay at that range, but still hit it.
 
Aimed shot or luck shot,,,

Luck shot.

My cousin and I were shooting my 1858 Remington revolver,,,
I wasn't doing all that bad at 25 yards,,,
I had one ball left.

I was looking for a target of opportunity when my cousin said,,,
"Hit that crow out there".

I did my best man with no name hip shot,,,
The crow exploded in a puff of feathers.

We paced it off at 85 yards.

Aimed shot.

There was a feral dog running in our rural neighborhood,,,
He was totally vicious and had chewed my small collie dog very badly.

The dang thing was very leery of humans,,,
But one day I spotted him out in the open fields.

I loaded my British .303 and went to the back porch,,,
I sat in Mom's rocking chair with the rifle rested on the porch rail.

I watched the dog and guestimated he was over 300 yards away,,,
So I slid the rear sight to 300 meters, took aim, and let one fly,,,
It hit the ground in front of the dog and he ran away a bit.

I reset the sights to 400 meters and when he stopped I fired again,,,
He let out a yelp, started to run, then dropped down twitching.

This was with mil-surp ammunition.

I walked out there and he was dead,,,
When Dad got home I told him I got the dog,,,
He walked out with me because he didn't believe me.

On the walk back he paced it off at just under 400 yards.

That was the best shot I have ever made on purpose,,,
I was 11 or 12 years old at the time.

I was on the rifle team in high school,,,
And I did win a state level match one time.

Then I discovered girls and all of my priorities shifted. :p

Aarond

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