When I was young (16)
I guess i had read too much Jack O'Connor, and decided I needed a .270 as the best "all around gun",so I saved my pennies and bought a used Winchester 770(short barrel, carbine)...Had a cheap 3x9x (tasco?) scope mounted on it...Gun (or me) was never accurate, lucky to shoot 3'' groups at 100 yards......
Went out with my buddy on a nice spring day, took the .270, looking for woodchucks...We crested a hill and W-A-Y down the hill was a woodchuck, grazing...We were standing in grass about 3' high so I asked my buddy to sit, so I could use his shoulder as a rest...I held way high and touched one off...And sure as heck the woodchuck pretty much exploded (while my buddy said some REALLY bad words, the muzzleblast on that thing was wicked)... We paced it off at somewhere around 350 yards....Pure unadulterated dumb luck...but makes for good story telling!
P.S. My buddy harrassed me for along time, said his ears rang for days, probably some permanent damage to his hearing from that one,but, hey, we were young and stupid!