You won't belive this, but it's the absolute truth:
Crow: That was flying directly overhead in a large forested area, crossing a woods road about 100 yards up. With my .22-250 Rem, I shot it's head off.
Woodchuck: Head shot offhand at 220 yards with .22-250. Only the head and neck were visible in the grass.
Skunk: moving around in a field, from prone with rest, 450 yards, using custom stocked -bedded and floated Savage 110, .30-06 with K 2.5X scope, and handloaded ammo, I think with 150 grain Rem Bronze Point (1962).
Deer: Buck striding across blueberry field, offhand at 200 yards - Rem 700 SS, HS Precision Stock, Balvar 8B, 130 Ballistic Tip ahead of 60+ grains of Reloder 22.
Weirdest shot was about 1962 at a woodchuck at 600 yards on the other side of a shallow valley. Using the above-mentioned Savage 110 with the K 2.5X scope on a cloudy day. On the second shot, there was a bright blue flash about where the woodchuck appeared to be...then a loud 60-cycle hum and the blue flash turned into a large blue fireball as the powerline (that I didn't see) about 250 yards away, parted and fell; electricity arcing across the wet grass for a while. Obviously, I didn't hit the woodchuck.
The milking machine in the barn directly behind me stopped running abruptly and the farmer came out. I asked to use his phone and he allowed that he thought I might want to. The power company foreman's name was Grimshaw...and he was mighty grim. Fortunately, being a college student, the power company never sent a bill. Power was cut off to 6 towns. Of course, I always thought that I'd have hit that woodchuck, if only the darned power line hadn't gotten in the way.
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