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[AZDarkKnight]

The one that got away...
Well, I am still a novice hunter, but this was my first antlered elk rifle hunt. I was out with my dad, spent the whole week working at it. We saw a few herds, but in the Dec hunt, the bulls were hiding in with the cows, I wasn't comfortable taking a shot.
Last day of the hunt, we turn to the game and fish site, start checking the locations they recommend. Pretty rough trail in to a gorge (driving). As we near the edge, a herd maybe 50 strong breaks and heads down. It took me some time to get out, grab my rifle, etc, then ran up to the edge, did a quick range on the bottom at 250 yards or so. The herd is at the bottom, running away, up the other side, maybe 4-500 yards (measured later). I see a small bull straggler, but running, and I lay on the hill, on my back, shooting down. 1 round, and then he was gone. I knew I didn't hit him, but I couldn't chance it. We hoofed it down in and of course I missed.
Even still, I had a great week with my dad, saw some amazing things, and made everlasting memories. I also don't have a regret not taking a shot.

 

[stephen r]

Jiggled, Wiggled, and Awash: A Long-Range Letdown

The 58-mile haul to the range was a full-body rattle. We bounced over ruts, cruised highway asphalt, and finally crawled across a gnarly stretch of limestone and Nolichucky pea gravel. When our two-truck convoy rolled to a stop, four die-hard shooters piled out, hungry for long-range glory.

Before the range manager even unlocked the gate, we were already talking wind calls, trigger control, and our game plan for the 100 to 1000-yard electronic range. Logan—the range safety officer, ex-Marine, and walking armory of discipline—greeted us with a nod. He checked us in, set us up on Lane 7, and locked eyes with each of us: “What’s your intent for the day?”

“Precision,” we said. “And a little redemption.”

I cracked open the Pelican case like it held treasure—which, to us, it did. Out came the Tikka rifle, with its Kahles scope gleaming like a sniper’s crown jewel. Bipod attached. Bolt seated. Bench steady. Wind flags? Dead still. Conditions were perfect.

One month ago, I was stacking shots within 3 inches at 1000 yards. Today felt even better. The crew was locked in—Killian, our sharp-eyed teen, and the rest of us dialed and ready.

Magazines loaded with Hornady Precision Hunter sat at the ready. First shot at 100 yards. KA-BOOM!

…but no DING.

Wait. No DING?

Killian squinted through the spotting scope. “Something’s off,” he shouted.

Then came the words no shooter wants to hear: “The barrel’s moving.”

WIGGLE. Not a whisper of it. A full-on loosey-goosey.

We froze.
Checked the optics. Solid.
The Spuhr Mount? Locked down.
But the rifle fore-end screws and barrel were doing the shimmy. My full tool kit? Sitting 58 miles away, safe and useless in my garage.

Just like that, our 1000-yard day dissolved. Spirits sank. Our foursome’s range dreams, washed away.

 

[DR2366]

2015 or 2016 I think the last year before the CMP let scopes loose in n Service rifle. I have a 4 point leg and two 8 point legs. I’m at Camp Perry at the NITT trying to leg out. I had “insert famous rifle builder here upper” with Krieger barrel. I’m at 4000 rounds mid summer and order another. I shoot a dozen local 2-300 reduced matches and got my zeros, come ups are all the same. No access to 600 before Perry. I’m having a great day, 96offhand, 100 sitting, 99 at 300 I’m in the hunt to leg out.

Put my 600 dope on, call 2.5 mins right for wind. Break first shot I’m elevation perfect out the left. Put 2.5 right on break the shot, I shoot the spotter same spot. Put half a drum right on, same spot. Say F It Kentucky hold over the next 16 or so shots and miss that hard leg by about 8 points.

Go back to my bunk, turn that drum about 100 turns right sight doesn’t move. Go to commercial row I’m boiling hot. Go to the guys shop yeah hi my 3rd upper from you, spent thousands, sight stopped turning at 6, no problem son, he puts a dial indicator on it and spins the knob. It’s indexing perfect. I’m like look the dial indicator is pushing it right. We take the dial indicator off and I spin the drum ten times like a maniac I’m like look it didn’t move in 10 full drums. He’s like 1/4 min adjustments son you can’t see that. Get out of my shop, come back when we’re slow and I’ll teach you about MOAs and clicks. Now it’s a yelling match. I’m like take my shit apart, he says no I won’t it’s fine you’re not. I’m like fine give me a new screw and base. Nope I won’t even sell you one. You’re the problem not my rifle. I storm out. His young adult son chases me down commercial row, hands me a baggy with a base and screw and apologizes. He’s like I know you spent a ton of money here in the last two years, no matter who is right you can have a Fing screw and base, we appreciate you.

I head home and take the A2 NM sight apart. Turns out the screw had a section to the right where the threads were razor thin and a little short where it would just spin in the base, the base was a bit sloppy too. If you gently helped it you could get passed those and start grabbing again. The new parts they gave me were nice and tight.

Moral of the story. I fired 750 rounds thru that upper on closed no wind ranges. I never needed more than a click of Windage until I got to Perry. I had got duped by an untested $0.39 Chinesum playground grade screw. And a guy that was too proud to listen to me. I did leg out the following season.

 

[Larry Lambert]

This is a quick one, so I’ll set the mood, we all remember our first years hunting with dad and pawpaw. Just imagine misting rain where sundown is only 30min. Sitting in your tree stand with your grandpa while dad is on the next ridge. Your grandfather has killed more than his fair share of deer he’s only wanting to live long enough to see his grandson kill his first deer. Well the opportunity came I drawed my whitetail hunter bow back on a nice 8 point that’s horns was barely even with it’s ears. (16 to 18inch spread) when I let loose the arrow from a bent position to get under the brush where the deer was broadsided my arrow flipped a branch causing a bad shot. My grandfather Told me there’s still a good chance we can find him. We waited till the next day after we lost the blood trail that late night. Little to our surprise even with the misting rain the day before we picked up the trail again. Seems like we tracked the deer for miles but the trail went cold never to find the deer. Next season was different cause my pawpaw pasted and then my dad and I was hunting the same stand just a year before with my grandpa. Almost identical weather conditions a 10 came out around the same time but just above the one the year before came out 25yrds out my shot placement was true. The buck ran about 50yds passed without a kick. Next day my dad was skinning the deer and he found 8 inch’s of an aluminum arrow with the same broadhead we all used (without the blades of course) could it be I asked my dad. My dad spent the last hour with my grandfather he told my dad be sure to take that boy back to my stand he’ll have another chance at the same deer if we got lucky. You ask yourself many times and see the missed opportunity with your grandfather only to enjoy the same experience with your dad. It haunts me to this day with a side of enjoyment.

 

[Riverlife87]

Major lands sniper cup, 1st match ever for me. Frank is my RO. He has me free handing my 25 lb rifle at gophers at 75 yards. I had been skipping shoulders at the gym. And drank way too much coffee. I pulled the shot on the last gopher. “Re engage”.I knew it. I dropped a shot at 75 yards. Unreal.

 

[semm usa]

I am building my first gun and I have not scope for real I can lose my job so I may not finish my rifle until I find new job. Good luck gentlemens.

 

[Quarter Horse]

This is an additional post to reference the post that is a target from 2015 post #86. My poor computer skills will not allow me to add verbiage to explain the target. It was shot on April 12, 2015. @Lowlight had tired of the 5X5 targets that were being posted and came up with this target as an alternative test of skills. The rules in scoring this target can be found in the Advanced Marksmanship Forum in the "stickies". So, to move on.

I found my rifle did not have a cold bore problem it was in fact a cold shooter problem. If I dry-fired about five times and rebuilt my NPA the shot went exactly where it was supposed to. This target was only my second try. A few days before-hand I had doped out the cold bore shot and the day I shot for record I had perfect conditions, no excuses. The mistake I made was strategic and was in the second group of five. I pulled the first shot. It landed on the circle surrounding the second group of five thus a "point." Remember, the lowest score wins. I somehow decided that a rifle that I trusted implicitly had gone wonkers and I tried to chase the shot. Thus, a strategic mistake and as you can see, the whole endeavor turned into dog shit. One round out of twenty. @Clearlight, in Australia, is still listed as #1 with 1.2pts. Extrapolate that into five shot groups and what you get is ridiculous.

Woulda, shoulda, coulda. Oh well.

 

[Bullseye Smith]

My boys and me were getting ready to go to Lunch around noon. They started shooting a water jug at around 300yds and missed with their 300 mags on their first two rounds. I laugh at them and told them I could hit it with open sites! No-way came from each one and I open the trunk and got my High Power RRA AR and adjusted the sites and loaded one round and shot. The jug blowed up and I turned around and they were walking off. It cost me lunch for showing off.

 

[5RWill]

Jan 6 2021. Load development for my 6.5x47 with 130gr SMKs. Best 5 shot group i had ever printed leading up to the last shot you see in the bottom left corner for the group. It will always haunt me.

 

[Lawolfiie]

I had installed a new scope in my 223 howa. Shot a 10 rds group at 200. Stacked them almost on top of each other up to the ninth shot. The 10th ended maybe a quarter inch above the group for what I could see in the scope. I was thinking, still an awesome group for bragging and posting it. I am waiting for the rso to call next cold range. A huge gust of wind happened and it took everyone's targets up and then too far to be recovered... still hurts this was recently Ben Avery 's in Arizona BTW.

 

[rulellis]

I'm from Indiana, deer hunted forever and felt like I could do anything. I booked a guided elk hunt, bought a Remington 700 in 30-06, put a McMillan stock on it, and topped it with a Leupold VX-3, and had a buddy's dad who loaded me a round that shot 5/8" groups at 100 yards. I The scope was one of those bullet drop reticles. I practiced at the holds 100-300 yards, and I practiced a lot. I thought I was it.

The date finally arrived and I packed up and headed to Colorado. Day 1, we set out. Within a few hours we were on a massive 6x6 bull elk at 383 yards. I knew if I held just a little high, I would be right on. I had time to get comfortable, and I tried with the terrain we were on. I squeezed the trigger, and watched dust fly about 5' in front of the bull. Off they ran. I was devastated by missing my bull. I was humiliated by shooting so bad in front of the guide. But most of all, my confidence was completely gone. I wasn't sure why I missed and, therefore, didn't know how to correct it.

Every time I go hunting I think about that shot. It drives me crazy today. But it also drove me to learn about shooting - it got me on this site to start studying and learning from others. It started my journey in reloading. I began delving into all things about rifles, optics, practice, and trying to stay current on what I can do to be a better shooter.

This was a painful experience, but it certainly taught me a lesson that I needed.

 

[VargmatII]

So, back in 2018 me and my friend Stefan took a 6 hour drive to Norway to compeat in the competition known as NM Langhold. I did not really know what to expect, all I knew was that it was going to be cold, and that we had to use snow shoes.
On the morning of the competition it was a blistering -27 degrees celcius (-16 F) and there was atleast 3 feet of snow covering the mountain where the shooting was supposed to be done.
In the south of Sweden, were I live, it does not get this cold, and we seldom see snow at all. So this was very different to me.
And on top of it all, I forgot my snow shoes in the car and had to borrow a set of WW2 area snow shoes made from wood and leather straps, anyhow...

To make a long story a bit more managable. I took my first shot of the competition at a small 12"x12" plate set at 1090 meter, and it was a hit. I even managed to hit it with 2 out of 3 shots. For years, this was the furthest I have ever shot, and a great memory from a very tough competition. Oh, and on day two of the competition I had to drop out since I had a pretty bad cold with fever.

This is a picture from the second stage I shot that day. The 1099 meter shot was taken from a spot about 30 meters from where this picture is taken, and the red arrow at the left marks where the 12" plate was.

 

[cro789]

The center gate at our property is named Don't Shoot because I decided to bring out a 556 with Barnes bullets as we had seen a bunch of pigs and no bucks. My buddy objected. I did it anyway. I promptly saw the best buck I've ever seen on our property 187 yards away while holding a 14.5" 556 with an old 51T mount/M42K I didn't fully trust to hold true. I didn't shoot. I should have brought anything else.

 

[cro789]

That says it all.

 

[SDBguy95]

Coyote on the right at 420 yards with a 25mm Halo.

This pair was haning up and it was time to go so I held high and squeezed one off. TCSHHHHHH..... THWAPP! It starts spinning so I'm now checking up on #2 which didn't present a shot. Scan back to the one I hit and there's a hot spot down so I start walking for it. The field had been plowed when it was wet out and there were coyote sized dirt clumps everywhere still holding heat from the day... I ended up walking for a mile and a half checking from one spot to the next trying to put hands on my new personal record, but I never did find it.

 

[remaction]

About 45 years ago when I was a young pup, we were making a deer drive on a very cold late November morning here in WI. I had grabbed a pair of warm gloves when we left home to help deal with the cold. Midway through the drive, I noticed some deer had cut out of the woods and were running across a field heading backward from the direction of the drive. I ran to get out of the woods and sat down to scope the running deer. I beauty of a buck was in the bunch and they stopped about 250 yards out! However, there were farm buildings behind them so I couldn't shoot. I jumped up and started running to my left in order to get to a spot where there was a clear backdrop, figuring if they started running again they would clear the buildings and I would get one chance at a low probability shot before they were over the hill. I ran about 100 yards until I had a clear backdrop and they were still standing there so I plopped down on my butt, trying to steady the crosshairs. The crosshairs were floating above the body, then down onto the body as I was trying to slow my breathing and started applying pressure to the trigger so the 2-3/4# trigger would break when the crosshairs were on the body. Boom!, WTF? The gun went off when the crosshairs were about 12" over his back and off they went over the hill. That thick glove dulled my trigger finger feel and I had applied more pressure than I was aware of. That's the last time I wore warm gloves when hunting...

 

[Llamas Waffles]

First ever NRL Hunter match, was in OK in the hot part off the summer. Having shot in PRS matches before I thought I knew what I was getting into, but I vastly underestimated the skill set requirement of the "find & range" portion of find-range-engage. First stage, I spent all 3.5 of 4 minutes looking for a target, finally found one, set up and "TIME!" (F*** me) <--inner monologue

Move to the next stage, change up some gear and mental processes to streamline getting on glass, works like a charm. Find targets in 2 minutes, get first impact, move to next position, proceed to sit in a prickly pear cactus... (Really rethinking my life at this point, since I have another 8 stages to go today and 10 tomorrow...)

Proceed to get absolutely skull-drug all day long, best stage scored a 4/8. Day 2 shows up, I'm motivated to do better. Get a couple 6's and finally get to the 6th stage of the day. Giant pig at 400 yds, off a cattle grate PRS style (finally, something that's not a tripod stage...). Set up, range, first round center hits on first 3 positions. (Oh shit, I may get to clean a stage at my first match!) Set up for last position, no wind, breathe, NPA, relax, squeeze... proceed to not only not clean the stage but missed both shots in the last position (son of a b****...). To this day I still don't know what happened to those last two shots, and wasted my chance to clean a stage on my first NRL Match and redeem myself from being the dumbass that sat in a cactus.

Proceed to get crushed in the last few stages, but still had a great time. 10/10, would do again.

 

[thomasdalrymple]

The shot I replay the most in my head was from a deer hunt about 6 years ago. I was sitting in a stand in a creek bottom when the biggest buck I had ever seen in the woods crossed in front of me. I slowly got my rifle up while he was checking a scrape tried to settle my scope on him before he took off and pulled the trigger. He takes off straight up the hill. Unknowingly I had pulled my shot low and right only hitting his lower leg. Luckily the hill was just a little to steep for him and he came crashing back to the creek bottom so I was able to get a clean shot to finish him. This shot brought to my attention to the need for training and practice. This is when I started looking into rifle training and have been inlove with it ever since.

 

[rm76]

At my personal range zeroing a new scope and was going to shoot a new cold bore shot (at 100 yds) before hunting season with another rifle. Saw a huge horsefly land on a 320 yard target, so with confidence I pulled out the old reliable 223ai dialed for elevation and shot. Missed the whole target. I mistakenly dialed for 420 yards, not the intended 320 yards. So not only did I miss the horsefly, but I missed the entire target, and the opportunity to test my cold bore shot for the day - ugggh.

 

[SnotRkt]

It was during my trip in 2018, though I had an eventful ~24 hours leading up to this picture, this story is from another night. I was carrying my MSR unsuppressed for weight saving reasons, but I rarely went unsuppressed. We were taking pop shots from two guys on a moto roughly 900m away. They were bouncing around an adjacent village randomly stopping (or not sometimes) sending AK fire in our general direction. I knew I would be pissing in the wind trying to hit them, but nevertheless I get a call on the assault net to “take them out” I laughed to myself and sarcastically agreed. These things are better suited for air assets. By this time the two dudes seemed to be joy riding around the village, I guesstimated there speed to be varying between 10-25mph and confirmed their range with the plrf. I sent 3 or so rounds at them, alternating misses either being too much lead or behind them.

The funny part is, with my being unsuppressed, the village we were in quickly went from asleep, to lights on and snooping around. Though it was requested of my to try and take them out, I never stopped getting shit for missing them OR for waking up the neighborhood. It’s tough to explain how hard of a shot that was to folks who aren’t in the know, but I digress.

 

[slyver11]

I was hunting last year here in ohio for whitetail at my local range. I had a ar in 450 bushmaster that I zeroed the day before and confirmed out to 200yd. I have a leupold freedom 450 bm scope. After the buck walked out I ranged him visually (we were on a range), dialed my cds to 175, then shot. I herd a thump from the 200yd target backing and the buck dropped down on his front legs and paused then jumped up and bolted to the woodland and hid. I eventually went to the site and there was no blood and I watched the buck bound away through the woods then a field uninjured. I then went to the target backer (new) and found 1 big 45 hole. The dang shot must have went right over his back and scared him to his knees. Still don't know what happened, it was a clean pull and I took another shot at the 200yd and it hit where the deer was 180ish. I will not be using that scope this year.

 

[Punkur67]

This hunt was before i shot any long range or knew much about scopes. I thought my VX3 was top of the line and would be flawless. I had my first cow elk tag in New Mexico. When I went to check the zero before the trip on my remington 700 30-06 with Leupold vx3 it was acting funny. Got it zeroed then it would drift, re-zero then drift. I thought I had it good and left on my hunt. Our first day out I had a cow at 275 yards and missed about 3' over the top. That was my only chance that day. I was pretty bummed that this was my first elk hunt ever and i missed due to faulty equipment. We went back out to re-zero and it was all over the place again. Luckily I brought a spare scope just in case but unfortunately shot all my ammo trying to zero the leupold. We grabbed some 30-06 corelok at the local hardware store and I was able to get zeroed easily with the spare scope. The next day I had a shot at a cow at 350 yards and was able to close the deal. I sent the VX3 back to Leupold and it needed new elevation and windage turrets.

 

[Artois]

Shooting a fence style prop at four targets that span left to right with about 50-60 yards between each target. Target range from 100-160 yards. Shoot all four target from each fence post and move to a new fence post. I clear the first 11 shots clean but let the 12 round sail just above the target. A mix of bad body position from panning and a bad parallax setting made the reticle a bit washed out. I had plenty of time on the clock left and should have dialed it in and got a better footing. Live and you learn.

 

[ViejoJones]

Back in the early 80’s a few buddies and I went to the dirt dam to shoot my dad’s old Springfield WWII 30-06 surplus rifle. It had some redneck modified scope mount, so the scope was too high. So, we all took turns shooting at a milk jug full of water at about 100 yards. One at time taking a standing shot, my buddies all missed, but I was going to get that shot – the winner got a Sonic burger. Well, I went prone. I could feel the top edge of the scope riding against my eye, but I was not going to miss. I took my time, steady breathing, squeezed the two-stage trigger to the break point, then took the shot. The jug popped, the scope laid my eyebrow open, and blood ran down my face.

It was a good day – and a good burger…

I know this post was about the one that got away, but it also said, “the shot you still see when you close your eyes”.

 

[Jkoehle1]

Second time shooting a new rifle - almost always screw up on shots 4 and 5 when i do great the first 3 .

Ive wondered if shooting 5 targets 5 times each (but moving target to target) would make me better and be more represntative.

Otherwise i remember as a kid missing badly a very nice mule deer - no range finder - no turrets. Doesnt happen anymore

 

[MatadorWG]

Not the worst day of my life, but frustrating. Informal day of shooting with some of the guys at the range. We have steel targets out to 400yds. The course of fire was one shot each 100, 200, 250, 300, 350 and 400. Targets are 6"-8" plates. You miss and you are out, all for bragging rights only. First guy shooting a nice AR-10 misses 300. Next guy had a chassis bolt gun misses 400 and we can see it just low on the on the support post. I shot and I swore I hit it - but we couldn't see it! I was getting crap from them, so we took a break and walked all the way down there. I hit the target - right on the head of the bolt attaching it to the stand. Obvious up close, but invisible from 400 yds...

 

[GermanRedneck]

About 10yrs ago i missed an shot. Later foubd out it maybe was the most important so far.

During a driven hunt we stirred up some wild boars as usual. Normaly i dont wven pull my rifle in thiansituations, but something felt off.

A fewnsmaller ones passed and i waa still wondering my gut feeling.

Few seconds later, one of the biggest and meanest Keilers ive seen so far comes flying towards me. I shoulder the rifle and feel way to confident. Somehow i picture myself with that trophy

Missed somehow and was so stunned that i did, That i didnt reload fast and the Keiler passes.


I shrug it off as a live lesson.

Few hours later i find out that this one wounded a dog badly.

I kinda blame myself for it.
Luckyly the dog survived.

 

[Kkeene@ yahoo.com]

A couple months ago I hit a coyote at about 250 yds. Saw it spinning but lost sight of it in the thick scrub. Saw it at about 325 yds and finished it off. I walked out and there was only one hole in him…. I guess that there were actually 2 coyotes!

 

[Stang66]

Well I’ll be 70 this year when I was yong I learned to shoot right handed even though I am left handed. The reason was because my left eye is pretty bad . In my 30’s I lost my good ol right ir ne an accident. I never shot guns again until my father had gotten where he was physically able to him any more and asked me to come up and harvest a deer for him he was a life long butcher and wanted to make som sausage. Well I got out is old 1965 740 Woods Master in 30-06 and did actually hit the target and surprised myself even as akward as it felt. I know this is kinda long so stay with me….well I got back into shooting a little and even bought a few guns to shoot with. Well one day I saw a video about Long and extended long range shooting. I happened on this site and started following everyone. Then I saw a FClass video competition I just had to try it !! I bought what all the internet hoop la suggested a Tikka 6.5 Tac A1 went out to Bayou Rifle down in Rosharon Tx and away I went down the rabbit hole… well after 3 hears and a much better rifle and lots of reloading equipment and testing I shot a 599 with 37 X’s One shot short of a perfect 600! Why I entered this is I would like to put that scope on my Dads old rifle and go kill a deer and make some sausage!
So here’s the shot that got away!
I earned 1st place in my class: NRA Senior Level : Expert
Not to bad for an old guy with only one eye!
Good luck to all and I f I win I promise to post Dads old rifle with the new scope on it.

 

[Bob_DE]

It was enough for me to peel this off the backstop and put it on my gun case to constantly remind me not to get "buck fever". Yes, I shank the last shot.5 shot group at 50 yards. Not that I am bitter.........

 

[schofield]

My brother inlaw and I were elk hunting and we had seen a small rag horn and had passed. We then were hiking through the trees and happen to see two 6x6 bulls walking down a trail. We both laid down on either side of a tree and sighted in on them.
I fired first and my brother inlaw second. Neither of us hit. I looked down at my scope and the top turret had gotten turned when I pulled it out of the scabbard off of my horse.
I will never forget to check my turrets again and I also will not hunt with any scope that doesn't have a locking turret or capped turret ever again either.

 

[Zack_va248]

Had a nightforce turret slip at a match and dropped the first three shots on the final stage of the match! Lol would've been my best match if it weren't for that!

 

[Hotcoffee4all]

I shot the A-Team Precision Regional qualifier Rookie Match this year in Pioneer, LA. I had a chance to have my first clean of a stage; EVER! It was called, "A-Team Shoot Out. A ten round stage. Modified prone from a car hood. We did not have to move to the trunk like the points match shooters. I made it through 9 solid! Center impacts. Great wind holds across the pan of the 2 arrays. I get to target ten and realize that I am about to clean it and.....I yank the trigger back hard and disturb my NPA. I lost the flow. MISS! Though deflating as it was to miss put on my first clean of my rookie season, I was pumped with the nine. Needless to say, I have been chasing that high ever since!

 

[cooper_257]

When I was in college my brother and I stored our rifles at my grandparents. we got a chance to go antelope hunting so we went and grabbed a couple of our rifles and went hunting. we had verified zero with them a few weeks prior. I found a really nice antelope buck and snuck in on him and got a shot at about 75 yards. I took the shot and missed under him. My brother told me I missed low and had to have flinched. I told him I didn't flinch there is something wrong with my rifle. He grabbed my rifle while telling me there is nothing wrong with it and proceeded to take a shot at the antelope now 150 yards away and he proceeded to blow his front leg off at the elbow. I told my brother i new i didn't flinch the gun is way off. It turned out my cousin and her husband had been at my grandparents and he thought it would be funny and fucked with all of our scopes. My hunting rifle was cranked way low and my brothers was way left. That antelope got away on 3 legs and I am still pissed that my cousins ashole husband thought that shit was funny.

 

[Vivacious Stallion]

I impressed my gf by needing 5 shots to kill a rattlesnake a few feet away in the dark after hunting pigs.