Your best shots ever?

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Dashunde

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What are your one in-a-million shots, the weird or lucky, the ones you couldn't do again no matter how hard you tried?
(No BigShooter stories please!)

I've had two that come to mind...
~9 years old, took a long distance pot shot at a squirrel running through a tree with a Beretta .25acp... I was annoyed with myself for pointlessly killing the squirrel, of course never thinking I'd hit it in the first place, yet also enamored with myself that I did hit the poor thing.

Fast forward ~20 years and I managed to explode a big fat house fly on the wall across the garage with a off-handed shot from a Crossman PC77 pellet pistol. :p

I dont think I used the sites for either shot... go figure.
Time has revealed that in both cases the bullet had to stop somewhere and I had little to do with its accuracy.
 
PGO shotgun, off the hip w/ brenneke slug at 50 yards measured. Less than 3mm off dead center of Saddam Hussein target. Called the target and done in front of 4 friends. I kept that target for many years because I couldn't do it again if I wanted with a proper stock on it.
 
Best one I ever saw was made by my brother when we were teenagers. He hip-shot a cherry tomato off the top of a soda can at about 10yds with a .22 rifle, made it on the first try and never touched the can.
 
BB Gun

Extinguishing a bothersome unreachable light at just over 50 yards, with a Daisy BB gun, in 2 shots, with 20' height difference)
 
Squirrel hunting with a buck mark bull barrel 22 pistol, squirrel is on the run and is up a tree about 20 foot over head and just as he goes over a limb I snap off a shot. The squirrel sits on the limb for about 5 seconds, all I can see is his tail and it's stuck straight out. He slowly tumbles over out if the tree and lands at my feet, and id hit him right behind the ear, straight brain shot
 
Best ever was 2 bullfrogs with 1 shot each at about 25 yards, one hand bullseye style, with witnesses, quit shooting and put the gun up, S&W model 17.
 
I'm not sure that mine is a great shot, but more of an interesting result.

Last day of pin league a few years ago, we shot soda cans for fun to make them explode. My last can I shot popped in the air with a light mist and landed back on the table. After all clear, I went over and saw the tab opened on top with only one exit hole Going out the back rim. The tab was not damaged at all. I am assuming somehow that the pressure around the bullet opened the can as it neared, went through the open hole and passed through the top rim about an inch away. I drank that mysterious one holed soda that still had 90% of its contents left. Still have the can too.
 
I've had a few, on those rare days when ya' just can't miss.
At a NRA Action pistol match, it had just started to rain when I entered the box for the 25 yard falling plates.
Couldn't see the sights at all, and could hardly see the plates, due to fogged up glasses.
Figured what the hey and when the buzzer went off, I mowed them down lickety split, well within the par time.
Luck? Skill? Star alignment?

One more:
Using a dot scoped .22 pistol, at a bowling pin match:
Got good hits on the pins, but they didn't react much.
Figured they must have been full of lead, and I asked for a reshoot.
The RO agreed and I got another try, this time aiming for the "heads".
Got 'em all and down they went, in competitive time, too.

Some days it really is hard to miss.
Wish there were more of them.
 
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Little split shot hanging from string from a tree about 60 yards away. Ruger 10/22 open sights. I remember it so well as I put on the best. That was a easy shot act I have ever put on. handed the rifle back to my brother, looked at all his friends standing around and said- Now if we could just catch some fish. I fought the grin off the whole time we were there.
 
Mine favorite shot was actually a spectacular miss...

Was shooting cans with some varmint .223 40gr I think.

One can was on a muddy hump.

I hit somewhere directly below the can and the shockwave in the mud sent the can high into the air....

I went to retrieve it and found that the shockwave had also compressed the can into a near accordion shape and was half it's original height

Don't think it could ever be intentionally repeated
 
Mendoza break barrel .177, scoped. About 35 yards shooting from my upstairs bedroom window hit a running chipmunk right behind the shoulder. He immediately stopped and rolled down the embankment he had been running across.
 
My first shot ever with an IZH46. I put it right through the hole left by the "demo shot" made by the friend who was showing it to me.

I had to rush out and buy one after that. :o
 
1979. Two shots witnessed by a high school friend that had only witnessed me shooting anything two times.

- A crow that had been tormenting our grape arbor flew off and landed about 50 yards away into a neighbors yard. I took my wrist rocket slingshot and nailed it with the first shot. It flew away, but said friend was stunned.

Forward about 6 months.

- Same friend and I got permission to shoot at a local farmers land. He asked us to shoot only rabbits and crows. I was the only one to get a shot off that day. We were about to leave, and a crow that had kept his distance for a few hours had landed in a treetop far away. Friend says no way, your shotgun won't reach. I held over about 8 feet or so as I remember and got the pest.

To this day, those are the only 2 times the friend has seen me shoot. He thinks I am some kind of marksman. I do not consider myself to be a marksman by any stretch. Those were 2 lucky shots.
 
Seems like there's been a lot in my life, and I've forgotten a lot, but here's a couple I can remember.

I was probably about 10 or 12 with my Daisy lever BB gun. I was really quite accurate with that from spending hours and thousands of BBs through that gun. One day, I thought it was empty as I walked back to the house and cocked it to fire the "air" and pointed it at a big plate glass door window 30 feet away. I fired the gun and hit that window dead center, and the BB came right back and hit me square in the throat. I ruined the window and got hit with the ricochet directly back at me!

The next one was not be but my brother. He is a talented shooter. One time he pulled out an old Rossi snub nose .38 that he had either never shot, or had not shot in a few years. We set up some beer cans on some reeds in the back swampy area. From a fair pistol distance of probably 30 feet or so, I popped off a few shots and the revolver was wild. I remarked that it was inaccurate. My brother takes it with some authority, loads 1 round in it, and knocks a can right off the reed. It wasn't random but perhaps some luck involved. He smirked and went back inside (knowing he couldn't likely repeat the feat).
 
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