Got shots?

[rebel]

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[klkak]

When I was about 12, I went goose hunting with one of my uncles. We were laying on our backs on the side of a levy waiting for the geese to fly over. About 10 in the morning the fog had lifted enough that the geese were flying to high to shot at. So we got up and started gathering our gear to go. I had my wrist rocket with me that day and as a flight of geese flew over I let loose with a glass marble hail Mary shot. The lead goose folded up and tumbled to the ground. My uncle looked at me in shock. We walked over to the goose. The marble was stuck in the soft area under its lower jaw. The marble probably knocked it out and the impact with the ground killed it. When we got back to the truck the game warden was there to check our bag. He said he witnessed the shot and couldn't believe I actually hit the goose and brought it down with a slingshot.

[Ole WV Coot]

I was at my local loafing place last week and a guy at the garage next door had traded for a new target pistol. So everyone whipped out whatever they were carrying at the time, about a dozen different handguns. He put up a few beer bottles about 35yds away. All I had was a S&W Mod. 60, I squeezed off 5 quick DA shots and hit 5 bottles. I did the smart thing, put it back and said I would just watch. I ain't fired a shot down there since, let them wonder.

[FVR]

I've had a few; read my blog on Lost Treasures, my first rabbit; my first buck, my second buck, my third buck; the bluebill while sitting in my duckboat with Ken, it had to be a good 40 plus yard shot as a fast duck, Ken said I could not make the shot, I did; the time I shot a pheasant while hunting with John, hit the bird and it landed in a small thicket and a rabbit ran out, shot the rabbit; The 50 yard 3d elk with my selfbow, they were taking bets, I walked up, put my money down, called the heart shot and made it; the 40 yard 3d deer eyeball shot.

Sometimes when the universe is aligned, and you know it, it makes you look like you know what your doing.

[DOGMAN]

Well, in middle school there were these three girls walking down the sidewalk towards the building...away from me and my friends. There was a large puddle/small pond right next to the sidewalk, so I picked up a baseball sized rock and planned on chunking it into the puddle and splashing the girls.

I threw the rock hard and missed the puddle, but nailed one of the girls square in the back of the head and knocked her to the ground. It turned out to be the principals daughter. I got in alot of trouble for that shot that I could probably never repeat in a thousand tries!

[klkak]

Several years ago I went caribou hunting with some friends. They had this stupid rule that if an animal didn't fall with the first shot nobody else was to fire at the animal cause it was up to the original shooter to finish the animal. Well one guy shot at a caribou and hit it in the guts. The shot was about 300 yards. Of course it took off. Now anyone who's hunted caribou knows that they can walk backward across tundra faster then a man can run forward across it. By the time we got to where the animal was standing when it was shot, it was 500 or 600 yards farther away. These two Danial Boone's decided there was no way we were going to get that animal and wanted to stop the chase. I dropped the bi-pod on my 300 RUM, laid down on the ground and let a 180 grain Swift A-frame fly. The caribou tumbled foreword and lay still. When we got to the animal it had a small hole in the back of its head and a big hole where the eye's had been. Those guys never asked me to go hunting with them again...

[Rick]

I was probably 22 or 23 and out squirrel hunting with a 22 with open sights. A squirrel ran across downed log and paused just covered by some brush between he and me. I sighted him up and he moved just a bit. I squeezed the trigger and went to see what kind of damage I had done. Hit him between and just above the eyes. Pure Sh** house luck. I'll never do that again as long as I live.

[crashdive123]

No amazing shots.........unless you count that second story window of the house along the 8th fairway.....

[klkak]

Back when I lived down in Arkansas I was really into bow hunting. The bow shop were I bought my gear and got my bow tuned put in an indoor range. Well they started having a weekly archery league. So I started participating. At first I was using a single spot target. One night I ruined 3 of my arrows by hitting one with another. At about $8 each for aluminum arrows, that was an expensive night.

One of the others there said it was just bad luck. I said no, There isn't enough room in the bullseye for 5 arrows. He made a comment about me being full of myself. So I bet him I could shot one arrow into the backstop and nail it with the second arrow. He said he had $25 dollars that says I can't. I took him up on it. I fired one arrow at a blank area on the backstop and then put the second arrow inside the first. That $25 Paid for three new arrows. I started using a five spot target after that. I still have those two arrows out in the garage, one stuck inside the other. This all happened in 1992 in Jacksonville Arkansas at Archery Plus. I was using a PSE spoiler II set at 80 lbs draw weight and Easton 2216 aluminum arrows. The range was 20 yards on an indoor range.

[DOGMAN]

Wow...klkak, I lived in Sherwood, Arkansas for a couple of years- right next to Jacksonville. To dang humid down there. Pretty country though.

[klkak]

I was there from 1988 till 1994.

Good thing you said Sherwood Arkansas instead of Sherwood forest.

[fishpole]

cant say i can remember any really outragouse shots ive made but i do remember walking back from bowhunting whitetails with a good friend of mine. some geese started flying over and my buddy raised his recurve and siad "aint you gunna help?" i looked and siad scotty theres no way in hell you arrow is gunna connect with a goose that high. no sooner had i siad this scott was jumping around the corn field. that night we ate goose. and i still havnt lived down my reluctance to help scott with the geese lol.
-cory

[Dave Johns]

Many years ago I was on the back acreage of my Uncles' farm in central alabama, just enjoying a quiet day. I had a new camera at the time, and was taking a bunch of shots in black and white, just of anything really. I had a zoom lens, focused in real tight on a particularly beautiful flower nearby, Took the pic, and moved on.


It wasnt until the pics came back that I realized I had a fair pic of a flower on a shrub, and an AMAZING shot of a fawn hidden just behind it, staring right at me. In the foliage the little fella was completely hidden, but in b&w it stood out like it was posing. It was the most awesome shot I have ever taken.

I will see if I can find that pic.

[klkak]

Dave, That would be awesome.

[rebel]

Many years ago I was on the back acreage of my Uncles' farm in central alabama, just enjoying a quiet day. I had a new camera at the time, and was taking a bunch of shots in black and white, just of anything really. I had a zoom lens, focused in real tight on a particularly beautiful flower nearby, Took the pic, and moved on.


It wasnt until the pics came back that I realized I had a fair pic of a flower on a shrub, and an AMAZING shot of a fawn hidden just behind it, staring right at me. In the foliage the little fella was completely hidden, but in b&w it stood out like it was posing. It was the most awesome shot I have ever taken.

I will see if I can find that pic.

I'd like to see that Pic! I hope you can find it.

[crashdive123]

Hope you still have it. It sounds like a great shot Dave.

[FVR]

It was a cold crispy Ga. mountain morning. The shooting event was about to start, so I walked back to the car and pulled out my cut down Hawken style rifle. Cut down, yeh I cut close to 2' of barrel off the end.

Shooting event is going to start, I don't have a blanket prize. I pull out my pioneer style home made knife that was a gift. I placed it on the blanket and said to all, I'm going to get the knife back. They all laughed.

I walk up to the firing line, standing there with all the old salts, they are shooting long guns like the Lancasters, Pennsy's, and a few long smoothbores. Then it started, "think ya left half your gun in the car" "where's the rest of it?" "that's no bigger than my pistol" etc., you get the drift.

I load, my turn at the line, have to drive the nail at 20 yards, aim, set trigger, squeeze, nail is gone!

"You can open your eyes now" "lucky shot" etc........Old farts are having fun.

So we go through the line, I'm up, next shot. Time to cut the match in half at 25 yards. I walk up to the line, aim, set trigger, squeeze, match cut right in half. Heard a few smartarse comments, not as many as before.

So we go through the line, I'm up, next shot. Time to cut the card, sideways at 25 yards. I walk up to the line, aim, set trigger, squeeze, card cut right in half. One guy makes a comment then I heard "shut up, the more you harass him, the better he's getting.

End of story, I came in second. Dropped the last three shots right outside the bull at 50 yards, I can't shoot targets.

Got my knife back.

[klkak]

End of story, I came in second. Dropped the last three shots right outside the bull at 50 yards, I can't shoot targets.

Got my knife back.

Takes note. If FVR is ever out gunning for me, (Paste targets all over my body)

[chiggersngrits]

opening day dove hunt about 10 years ago, we had been sitting around waiting on the birds to start flying there where probably about 10 folks sat up around the field. a single dove comes flying across the field about 30 high coming straight at me. i threw up my 20 gauge, lead him just alittle and fired. he folded and started heading right to me. i turned alittle to the left, reached back and opened the side of the vest and thunk, he landed right in my game bag. if i'd been smart i should have packed up right then and gone to the truck. only bird of the day.

[klkak]

opening day dove hunt about 10 years ago, we had been sitting around waiting on the birds to start flying there where probably about 10 folks sat up around the field. a single dove comes flying across the field about 30 high coming straight at me. i threw up my 20 gauge, lead him just alittle and fired. he folded and started heading right to me. i turned alittle to the left, reached back and opened the side of the vest and thunk, he landed right in my game bag. if i'd been smart i should have packed up right then and gone to the truck. only bird of the day.

That reminds me of my first and only dove hunting trip.

I got invited to go dove hunting by a very closed group of guys. I don't remember exactly why they invited me. Anyway, the morning dawned with low clouds and just enough of a mist flying that it was messing up my glasses. So I took them off figuring I could still see well enough to shot doves. Well right at daylight the birds started flying and everyone was shooting including me. Long about 9 am everyone walked out into the field to collect their birds. Now I'm a fair wing shot so I figured I had at least 20 or 25 birds down. I was right, I had shot 24 birds. The problem with this was, only one of them birds was a dove.

At breakfast everyone had a good laugh thanks to my uncanny ability to hit everything that made to my end of the field.

Them guys never invited me to go hunting with them again.

Anyone ever tasted redwing blackbird? It's not bad.