The Shot You’ll Never Forget Giveaway - Enter To Win A Barrel From Rifle Barrel Blanks!

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We’re giving away a free rifle barrel to one lucky shooter—and all you need to do to enter is share a story.

We know there are a lot of different shooters out there, so the winner has their choice of barrel from https://riflebarrelblanks.com/

How to Enter:
Tell us about the best or most memorable shot you’ve ever taken.
Whether it was a perfect bullseye at 1,000 yards, a successful hunt after hours in the woods, or a lucky shot—we want to hear it! Bonus points if you’ve got a photo or video too

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Contest runs from May 29th through June 13th and we’ll be announcing the winner live. Good luck everyone!

 

[Hecouldgoalltheway]

Hit this running shot. It wasn't bad.

 

[BigDaddy0381]

308win,168gr Berger and a 10X Supersniper scope Remington 710.
100 yards on a little small bird of some sorts. The bird was in a bush and was swinging in the 30++++mph gust. I was told I couldn't do it along with some other trash mouthing. So, well I had to try. I got pron and watch the bird go from center dot to out side of the scope view and then back in. I just luckily timed it and POOF little birdies feather flew... It was 200 percent luck.

Have 2 witness's

 

[mtwarych]

The highland desert in Northern CA. I made a 150yd shot on a mourning dove that was sunning itself. Just like above, the grey feathers just floated along on the rising warm air.

My second one made with the same heavy barrel Ruger varmint rifle. It was chambered in 22-250. A friend name Chris and I were walking ridges in Northern CA looking for pigs or whatever else we could find. From the top of the ridge to an open pond on the valley floor about 700yds yards away. I was feeling mean and decided to shoot a duck that was just enjoying his day. I broke out my topo's and check the distance, about 700yds. I went prone and pretty much guessed my holdover and sent it. I obviously was shooting downhill and hit the duck right in the middle of it's back and just ruined the poor duck. Since I shot the beasty and it was edible, I walked down the hills to the pond and had to swim to retreive the duck.

Neither of my shots were a form of legal taking of migratory birds but is sure was funny, I still snicker to myself about the grey cloud of feathers floating along in the breeze.

I have witnesses for both shots. I absolutely loved that rifle, I shot it so much that I kinda got good a lucking things in.

 

[Snuby642]

Back when I was young and newlywed my wife and I went fishing and hunting.

It was opening day of early teal season. Got to the pond a little late, (you know, newlyweds) and went to toss out a handful of decoys and spotted 3 teal coming in.

I got the shotgun and hid under an oak tree. They were circling in a tight pattern.

I mounted the gun and swung it on the lead ducks beak and slapped the trigger on the Remington 1100 and all 3 birds fell.

The young dog on his first cripple was a rodeo but he got it without a slapper.

I emptied the gun and stuck it in a sleeve. My wife asked why I was putting it up.

Early teal season limit 3 per day. Lol

Only triple on ducks I ever got and my wife thought I was a badass.

 

[ZCOklahoma]

Domed an insurgent with an RPG who was in the back of a white Toyota pickup traveling towards my squads position.

Full disclosure: I was aiming at the chest, but didn’t calculate the speed of the truck correctly. Still HIGHLY effective.

 

[StephenShivers]

A hundred+ yard shot on an American antelope (pronghorn) running at a full sprint. 20" Sauer Model 90 in .270with a full mannlicher stock. I was 16. RTR

 

[HPIguy]

Growing up in the mountains of east TN and western NC, I only ever got to shoot out to a maximum of 100yds. Got a friend with land in south GA, and I'll never forget my first shot beyond 100yds that started my addiction for long-range shooting.

 

[DarnYankeeUSMC]

The shot in boot camp that they made you sit down afterwards and it felt like a softball. I won't forget that shot

 

[ZCOklahoma]

The shot in boot camp that they made you sit down afterwards and it felt like a softball. I won't forget that shot

You got to put it between your hands and give it the ole fire starter to heat it up. Of course it didn’t work. Don’t forget the joys of the Anthrax shots also.

 

[mi650]

A few days before Christmas 20ish years ago, I had a ladder come out from under me, blew up my arm & shoulder. I had a rod and a few screws put in, was in a sling strapped to my chest for 3 months.

A nephew gave me a gift cert from a local range for Christmas, then a week or so later talked me into a range trip. I took my 22/45, he rented a Deagle .50AE and hung a terrorist target at 10 yards. He kept asking me to shoot it.

So there I am, about 2 weeks after surgery, with my left arm strapped to my chest. I stepped over to his lane, picked up the Deagle, and put a round right between the terrorists eyes. I set it down and said, "That's how you do it."

 

[Luckyshot]

840 yard prairie dog in 15mph wind.
First shot missed windage by 0.1 MIL.
Corrected and got him on the second. 6.5creed

 

[GreenGO Juan]

When I was a kid, I shot a steel pole with a BB gun. The bb came back and hit me in the face right under my eye.

Never forgot that.

 

[Badfinger]

Back around 1985 I purchased a heavy barreled Ruger 22-250 from our LGS and a few weeks after sighting it in at 100 yds I had the opportunity to take it to the family farm in Kentucky for some ground hog shooting. I was loading a 50 grain SX blitz bullet at that time. While watching a field without seeing any hogs I noticed a crow land in a tree about 200 or so yards away.

I can't remember the exact scope I was using but I want to say something like an 18 to 36 variable one.
I held on the top of crows’ head and squeezed one off. The rifle didn't rise much, and I was shocked to see all the leaves near the crow turn bright red! I waited a little while and still no hogs, so I walked over to the tree and found the head and about half of the spine of the crow under it.

God that round was fast!

 

[sierra2]

This would have been back in the mid-80’s, when I was in my early teens. We lived on a farm, and an area just to the east of our house was prone to holding water, to the tune of about 1-3 feet deep. One day, I noticed we had some ducks on the water and I’d never taken a duck before. I grabbed my dad’s single action Ruger Bearcat revolver, in .22LR, and walked to the water’s edge. I fired the first shot with them sitting on the water, but to my surprise they all took off flying. I must have missed! Not to be deterred, I cocked the hammer, tracked a single duck as it rose in the air, and fired a second shot. The duck fell to the ground. I couldn’t believe it!
When I retrieved the duck, it had a single bullet hole through the neck. Now…I MAY have landed my first shot on the water, and maybe it had just enough left to take off before dying, but my greatest marksmanship claim will always be that I took a duck, in flight, with a single action .22 revolver.
Yes, we had duck for dinner…and I’ve never eaten duck again.

 

[Medico]

lucky first round hit, 300 yards on a 3" gong in the wind. I thought I should stop. it's not going to get any better. I was right I should have stopped.

 

[leftyk82]

A childhood friend of mine and I reconnected as adults after college and after him joining the Marines. He taught me a great deal about shooting and marksmanship. In those early days of learning, I shot what I had which was an old Winchester .30-30 lever action.

One day, we went to a public range to shoot that ole lever gun with its buckhorn sights. At 100 yards, I wasn't able to hit the 15 inch Shoot 'N See that we placed downrange. I don't recall thinking anything was 'wrong', it was just an old gun my dad gave me and I was still pretty new to shooting.

I had one round left and I placed the sights on the center of the target and pressed the trigger. My buddy was using his binoculars to spot and after the shot broke he started screaming. I remember being so confused but I quickly realized it was an excited scream. He handed me the binoculars and I found our target and then I screamed! That last round produced a perfectly placed bullseye in an otherwise pristine target. We were both hooping and hollering like we had just won the lottery! All the other range attendees could not figure out why we were so excited.

That shot, while very lucky, was a purely joyful moment. My buddy celebrated as a teacher. I celebrated as a shooter. That moment was an ignition and I'll never forget it.

 

[TheNarrator]

"The Day I Tamed a Hurricane, Slayed a Dragon, and Made Pelosi Cry"

It was August 2023. Category 5 hurricane. Winds were screaming like a banshee with a megaphone. I was perched on a half-collapsed Bass Pro tree stand that had been duct-taped to a flagpole. The American flag was still flying, of course.

My rifle? A 1983 Romanian farm plow that someone shoved a .308 round into and called a "custom build." The stock was made of particle board. The barrel was so warped it looked like a question mark. No optics. Just a bent coat hanger twisted into a rear sight.

As the eye of the storm passed over, a 97-foot dragon (gender-neutral, union-backed) swooped down, clutching a Prius full of disoriented vegan protestors and an unopened case of hard seltzer. I took a breath, steadied my rifle on a soggy lawn chair, and muttered, "For freedom."

I fired one shot. The round tumbled end over end, caught a gust of wind, ricocheted off a weathervane shaped like Chuck Schumer’s head, and still nailed the dragon right in the nostril. It exploded mid-air into an interpretive dance of red, white, and blue confetti. CNN refused to cover it.

I haven’t cleaned the rifle since. Won’t. It's in a glass case labeled "God’s Work."

I'll take that barrel now.

Sequel for a runoff: "The Bayou Bigfoot Showdown: One Man, One Mosin, and a Box of Expired MREs."

 

[GreenGO Juan]

Sequel for a runoff: "The Bayou Bigfoot Showdown: One Man, One Mosin, and a Box of Expired MREs."

Its called skunk ape on da bayou.

 

[hankpac]

Back of a pickup truck, with the Brazilian handgun silhouette shooting team, in town for the international meet. 60 miles south of Ft Stockton.
We’d gone to the Cupelo Peak ranch, to prairie dog, and as we were moving to another side of the P Dog town, a jack rabbit bolted out about 100 ft from the truck. Moving at high speed, it angled away from us getting further away by the second. I had a Contender in 223, with muzzle break and a 4 power pistol scope. I was sitting on the rail of the truck, still moving along the rutted two-track. I hollered to stop, followed the Jack, with the scope, getting smaller every second, allowed for a guess lead, and touched it off. The head of the jack came completely off, as the 50gr VMax hit the neck. 227 ft. The Brazilians came unglued. All I could think, was “WTF was I thinking, taking that shot in front of all these serious shooters?”
It was a good F’n thing I didn’t miss. They took 100 P Dogs that day, all with various Unlimited class handguns. I’ll never forget that shot.

 

[Entropicitis]

The day I outshot Buschman on a stage.

 

[Defender3]

Cold bore, first round hit on a milk jug at 1,000yds at Quantico.

 

[MrSmith]

A buddy's eyes were bothering him so he asked me to shoot a few of his reloads through his rifle for groups.

200 yard group, cold bore plus 3. My Avatar.

Thank you,
MrSmith

 

[Movistar]

This will sound like bullshit but I’m an Eagle Scout and scouts honor this is 100% true. Multiple witnesses as well.

I had my sniper rifle and was watching the right side of the valley. One of my guys was 300m away on the left side of the valley. There was a silly terrorist running at him with an AK and my boys weapon was out of commission and I heard him scream for help on the comms. I pivoted swinging the rifle right to left. I only had one chance to save his life. Only the combatants head and neck was visible because of a wall and he was running from my left to right and I didn’t think I had a prayer but I led the target and sent it. I barely had time to put the reticle where I hoped it needed be and squeezed the trigger. Head shot dropped the combatant. I was shocked I made the shot. My boy still talks about me saving his life. I got a lot of compliments on the shot and it got me some recognition but what they all don’t know is I was just a dumb lucky mother. Well, my boy was the dumb lucky mother because he didn’t die

He was always wandering off by himself trying to be a hero. Young and dumb.

Please don’t ask me where this took place. I don’t want to have to say

 

[Laser1]

Fishing one morning from the bank on Lake Livingston minding my own business. Lake is glass with no boats seen anywhere. Out of no where a boat and skier come into my fishing AO and start cutting it up where I'm fishing. Had a bottle rocket with me on a stick. I lit it and threw it to lead the skier. The bottle rocket wedged under the right armpit of the skier, exploded and knocked him in the water. Talk about a lucky shot!!! The boat swung around and picked up the skier and left. I went back to fishing.....slaying the blue cats.

 

[TimK]

Three friends I were shooting a potato cannon off my deck at an electrical transformer on a pole about 50 yards away. Alcohol may have been involved. After a bag and a half of potatoes and a couple of cans of hair spray, I finally connected. It rocked the transformer so hard I was expecting the power to go out. Sobered us all right up!

 

[Charlie Papa]

LRSE 2015, I believe, one stage had maybe 7 reduced IPSC going out, farthest was a 1215 full-size IPSC. Missed one, went one for one the rest of the way out, got set on the 1215 and sent it. Mirage was horrible, was really hoping I would hit it since I'd be beside myself if I spotted a miss out there. Waited what seemed ages, finally the RO called "impact!" I was so relieved. I finished top 10, much better that I'd hoped. Fun match. Man, I really miss Rock Castle.

 

[Sean the Nailer]

Back in the early 80's, I was in my early teens, and I was with my father and his hunting buddies in the mountains. It had been a slow morning for everyone, and we were taking a break before going back to camp to have lunch. One of the guys decides to do some plinking, to ensure his 'sights were on' (because THAT is the time and location to do such....)

Nobody had targets, so one of the guys takes a few coins out of his pocket and stick then in the end-grain of an old stump. (cut at ~45 degrees)

Everybody was aiming for the quarter, and they all took turns. This is only 25-27 yards away. They (the adults) stated 2 rounds only, each. I shot last, and it was still there.

Using my first rifle, just a Cooey Mod 600 bolt action repeater with a tubular magazine and open sights, my first shot (when it was FINALLY my turn) hit the quarter. Due to the stump being macerated, though still with the 45 degree face, the quarter had flipped over and buried itself into the wood.

Everybody commented one-thing-or-another all at the same time, and then came up to the stump as I was using my knife to dig it out. And there in the single-dented and partially cracked quarter, was the actual bullet splashed in.

I still have that quarter and bullet, after all these years.

 

[Srgt. Hulka]

My one, and only, time I’ve shot on the 1000 yard range. Covid hit, and I never made it back.
Five round, 5” group with my John Hancock (SN11) rifle in 6.5 Creedmoor. 140gr ELDM. 42.4 gr. of H4350, BR-2 primers, once fired Hornady brass.
I’ve since moved. It’s 1017 yards to the tree line outside my back door. It’s only a matter of time until I have my own 1000 yard range, and I can continue this.

 

[Redlion]

Standing unsupported 25 yard shot with a daisy pellet gun using irons sights off a second story deck at a butterfly on a leaf of a tree. One shot, one butterfly head gone.

 

[waveslayer]

Well... I was at the range with my dad and his best friend, Kirk. I was zeroing in my R700 with a new BEAST at the time. He asked my how's it shooting, I said, " so good I can kill a fly". He said we'll there's a fly on that target at 108 yards, think you can kill it.

I think I got him.

 

[Major Wader]

Utah, near Park City, mule deer season.

328 yards, across a canyon, 250 feet of elevation drop, 35 mph crosswind.

25-06 Montana 1999 with an old Kahles Helia S 3-12 x 56 scope. One shot aimed at the top of the hindquarters found heart/lung, dropped him in his tracks.

May have made more impressive shots, but I will remember that one for my entire life.

Afternoon before at the location, saw him sneak into the brush -

Next morning, I was waiting when he showed up again.

Yes, I know my buddy needs to watch shadows when taking a picture.

 

[Todc]

Coyote at ~400 yds with a 10.5" bbl AR15 + 1-4x scope slinging cheap 55 gr fmj.

 

[Zebulon]

My best shot? Was not the one that made the longest most precise accurate hit. It was the one where I was sharing a good old fashioned day with my Father. Who later passed away.

It was all about being together and enjoying an activity that was from my youth all about quality time spent with family and friends ; while
Learning how to safely use and be capable with rifles

Now to this day

I am able to share how to shoot and be proficient by teaching my little step daughter the art of being with the family through rifle craft.

Whether it is 1st shot cold bore impacts at 1776 yards, thermal optic night shots at 40 yards hitting rats…..Or clay at 50 yards. It doesn’t matter. It is about spending time with family and friends…. While practicing and performing rifle craft

 

[LBEdgin]

It was Nov. 2001, I was in my deer stand and watching a doe feeding. I had been seeing some nice bucks and the rut was on. After 30min or so the doe became really interested in something in the words. It wasn't long and a nice heavy 8 pointer came out, it was over 500yds and the longest shot I had attempted on a live animal. I knew my gun well and knew if I did my part he was dead. So I held just over a foot over the bucks back. My 257 Wby mag went off and I seen the buck draw up, I gut shot him and it made me sick. He was hit just where I aimed but around one foot back from the heart. I gave him a hour or so and I was glad I did as he bled out not 75yds from where I shot him. A nice very heavy Western Kentucky whitetail.

 

[OkieRancher]

Been teaching my then 12yr old daughter how to shoot accurately for a year or so.
She was getting quite good with her 6creed but loved dad's 6prc.
Oklahoma rifle season took her to a valley with an abundance or targets (deer/hogs)
She ended up spotting a young buck bedded on the hill side we ranged him at 650yds
I told her the dope she made her adjustments waited for him to stand and SWAT!
Piled the fella with a 112barnes and a boiler room shot with the 6prc.

 

[Ronws]

I have a number of good shots but not at long ranges.

My one good shot I would like to brag about is at the practice area and driving range of a golf course I was using. They have a sand trap. First time I have ever just dropped a ball in the sand. Grabbed my wedge. One shot chipped it out and it rolled about 25 feet into my ball basket that was laying on its side.

A number of people around but no one saw it and, of course, no video or pics. I tried it again without that much luck.

 

[34vld]

My lil brother and I were in the woods with our Daisy Red Ryder bb guns and we weren't even teen agers yet. About 12 paces away was a busted open trash bag and there was a red and white checkered salt or pepper shaker with a fly on it. I told my brother i could hit that fly. I took the shot and told him I hit it dead center. He looked at me and said how can you be sure? I told him to pick it up and look. There was a small dent and only fly legs stuck to that shaker. That was over 50 years ago and he will still confirm it.

 

[Jscb1b]

I was on my first elk hunt. My ex's dad and I are in unit 3b of AZ in the White Mountains. We are road spotting. It is the last day of the hunt and 5 minutes before sundown. I'm riding shotgun. This bull comes running downhill from the next unit where he would have been safe. He runs right in front of us. Into my hunt unit. And then stopped 15 feet from the road. My father outlaw slamming on the brakes and yelled shot it. I jump out of the truck and put an 180gn remington cor-loc through his heart!

 

[Chad Schmidt]

A number of years ago I was in Texas helping their hog invasion. I had taken a 30x 44 rifle that started life as a hunter rifle benchrest gun. The fellows and I had taken a few hogs and decided to make a gut pile a ways from the trailer we were staying in. We drove down the side of a wash out on a two track and eventually dumped 5 or 6 tree size plastic planter buckets of entrails and hides in a pile. That evening they dropped me off at a blind on the other side of the washout. Gar enough away that when vultures landed on the pile we had put out earlier I could not see them even with 10 binos. While scanning the pile I caught movement wyle coyote trotting down the two track on the far side from me headed for the pile. Turned my scope all the way up, stuck the gun out the window, lead by two mil dots, held over by one touched it off. Lost eye relief, re-qgained it just as the swack was heard. Couple hours later when they came to pick me up they said that the they heard me shoot. I said I shot a coyote over by the guy pile, shared the aforementioned story. They all scoffed no way that's pretty far off. So we drove around the washout over to the pile and there the coyote was mangy but dead 30 ' from his fill of internal organs. Later we figured it was about 450 yards. After a couple victory beers I told them how lucky that shot was. Remington 78 trued by Jim Borden rock creek 14 twist barrel, Larry Smart drilled in radial brake, 125 nosler BT, 39 gr H-322, jewel trigger, Leupold 3-10 tactical mil dot reticle target turrets.
Unfortunately one of the special fellas that took me hunting there Danny has passed. Thank you for promoting me to look through the photos of that hunt and the fond memories. God bless.

 

[garey]

Mine lands squarely in the lucky shot category. In the 60's, in Myrtle Creek, Oregon when I was about eight years old. After BB gun experience since I was four, I had recently graduated to my very own Ithaca M49 lever action single shot .22. After plenty of safety training with my Dad and target practice, my Mom would drive me out to a spot in the woods, and I'd hike and shoot several miles back home. I pretty much killed more ground squirrels than the plague back then. Once walking an old logging road, next to a creek in the bottom of a steep canyon that had been clear-cut some years before, I spied a lone crow, in the top of a tall snag, at the peak of the tall ridge overlooking the canyon. It was a looong way away, steeply uphill, but I figured what the heck. I raised the front sight in my aim, far above the rear sight notch, aimed as hard as I knew how, and fired. After a moment of "oh well", the bird dropped straight down dead. I couldn't believe it! I had to hike up there to see if I really hit it. It was steep and it took me most of the morning to get up there, but there it was at the base of the snag. It was larger than I expected a crow to be. I stopped at that same spot several times and pondered at length at how far that shot really was. I eventually resorted to topo maps, protractors and such. My best honest estimate after much deliberation was certainly well over 400 yards. Possibly over 500. I had no business shooting that far! However I'm sure proud of that lucky shot. In all the years of golf I played, one shot stood out, a 6-iron on an uphill fairway lie. The sweetest most effortless hit, far more distance than I was used to. That sudden flood of euphoria brought back that same feeling from the shot I made when I was eight years old. Someday I'll go back to Oregon, take my rangefinder, and see if I can find that same spot, and something of similar distance to where that snag was. I still have a few years left in me to find out for sure. Of all the shooting and hunting I've done over the years, that shot was the most memorable.

 

[jrassy]

I love these story’s , very cool, just being gun guys this is what it’s about but …. Non gun story’s are cool to, here’s mine.
My step brother and me were back home on leave from the Marine Corps( 0311) .our parents had sponsored 5 SV Marines( 1975) and while on leave I won a NPR cabin vacation on some lake in Northern Minnesota by out bidding the others, I had help from the phone bank girl from NPR as she called me back anytime I was out bid.
Fast forward , I won it and we all made plans to go, including the SVN Marines. A drunken blast was had by all, and my brother and I held sway with the SVN marines to not be out done, so drinking was 24/7 , hard party .
Anyway, during festivities, a SVN Marine had procured some bread and was tossing pieces to some mallards that were getting interested.
As they got closer, ignoring the festivities on the wooden deck above them ( from us) for the possibility of a bread crumb, I took notice of the birds, grabbed an ice pick we had stashed for the mixed drinks and flung it at a mallard, scoring a through and through head shot on said Mallard. Much to the amazement and excited revelry as the SVN Marine grabbed target Mallard and started pulling feathers off.
Now they spoke better Vietnamese than English but “ God damn did you see that shot” is pretty universal .

 

[diggler1833]

For those not in the know; you can fuzz up the end of a cotton gun cleaning swab (the kind that looks like a q-tip with the 5-6" wooden stick), stick it in your M16 barrel backwards, and make a decent little blow gun out of it.

Even more, you snap the very bottom of that wooden stick off and make quite the sharp little blow dart.

We used to have some pretty good wars go on during weapons cleaning after a field op or whatever. Whichever kid got ganged up on usually looked like a porcupine pretty quickly.

Well, one day I was inside the armory and I stuck my head out to yell at someone - just in time to catch an M-16 blow dart in my lip. It drew blood (they all did) and kind of ticked me off... especially since it was shot by my buddy, who was outside and giggling like a little bitch. So I got back the only way I knew how - by pulling an M16 upper off and making my own blow dart. I told the armory kid that I was going to shoot my buddy in the nose, and then yelled for my buddy out the window...

...Like a true idiot (aren't we all), he stuck his fat head, with his fat nose, with his fat nose's little cleft dimple, inside the window and looked left for me (I was on the right). And when he turned his fat head towards me I shot that dart out at him with as much energy as my lungs could muster.

M16-fired blow darts aren't exactly precise, and I watched in slow-motion horror as that dart yawed and headed for his unprotected eye... before yawing back around in a full circle and catching my buddy's fat nose right in that little dimple. The dart didn't really stick, but I saw the little shockwave 'bop' the tip of his nose and the sharpened tip of the dart caught. The ass-end of the swab came around and became the leading end as the tip was still in there, but then the retained energy of the dart was too much and the tip was pulled out. The dart flew off into the corner somewhere after delivering its payload.

He swore and rubbed his fat nose, and I saw a little drop of blood start to form.

We compared wounds later on in good humor.

 

[Hookturnr]

My most memorable was pure reaction and made for a great memory.

When Desert Storm was ramping up, a great friend of mine signed back up and got deployment orders. He had 2 weeks back home after train up before shipping out. I got both of his brothers, both sons and a couple nephews together and scheduled a Chukar and Pheasant hunt for all of us.

The hunt overall was a blast for everyone but the shot of the day was mine! My buddy and I had stopped on a side hill and were b.s.ing waiting on the drive line to pivot. I heard the flush above us maybe 15yds.

2 Chukar flushed off the hill right beside us! I swung my 687 straight up and doubled the two birds directly overhead! We both stood there laughing our asses off as it rained down feathers all around us!

There wasn't much left of the birds with I/M chokes in both barrels and they might have been 20' overhead. It sure did put a ton of feathers in the air though!

 

[168BTHPM]

My friend Jack and I took his friend, who worked at Trader's in Okland, out to a ranch on the Altamont Pass ground squirrel hunting. It's the land south of I-580 where all of the windmills are. Jack and I brought Winchester 52C's with 20X Unertls and Jack's friend brought some kind of Weatherby semi auto .22lr with a 4X scope. We were shooting up a small ravine that was 400 yards or so to the top. Jack's friend got bored because he couldn't shoot that far with his gun so he went for a walk to try to get some closer shots. About 300 yards up the ravine was a squirrel mound and a squirrel kept popping up there. Jack was sitting down shooting at it and probably took 6 or 8 shots but hadn't hit it. About this time his friend comes back and asks what Jack is shooting at. He said the squirrel mound about 300 yards out right next to the big rock. He pulled up his binos and said he saw it and a squirrel just stood up. About this time Jack shoots and makes a perfect head shot. Jack's friend lost his shit. He said "Jesus Effing Cristo. That's 600 effing yards at least". Jack and I chuckled, he didn't see Jack take all of those other shots figuring out the elevation and windage. Every time we saw that guy after that the shot got better and farther. The last time we saw him at the Cow Palace gun show he was telling people he watched Jack shoot a ground squirrel in the eye at 1100 yards with a .22lr.

 

[zeroz]

We were shooting at 1000 out at the high power range at CRC at some steel I had put out at the end of the pits. I hit the 12" plate and it spun sideways and got stuck on something. I told my buddy that I'd just shoot the edge of the plate and spin it back around. He said he'd buy lunch if I could do it before the mag ran out. Sure as shit, next shot I hit the plate and it spins back around. We go down and look at it and there is a streak ripped through the paint about half way across the plate. That was with a .308 AR-10, GASP!! I felt pretty cool. It was lucky as shit but I was trying to do it.

 

[Twreed]

I was about 15 years old using my grandpas rem 760 30-06 pump and doing a deer drive for my dad. My dad has a history of only shooting big bucks. I was about 25 yards from exiting the woods I was driving before I reached the field I was driving the deer into when I heard my dad shooting. I took off running so I could get in on the action (I was trudging through snow along the way). I tripped on an old barbed wire fence and the bottom portion of the stock cracked and broke off when it hit a rock on the ground. I continued to get up and run. I got to the edge of the field and didn’t have time to check the size of the deer, just rose the gun and took a 350 yard shot free hand (gun had a broken stock at this point) and got the deer. Turned out to be a small spike and not sure what drove my dad to fire that shot but either way it was a lot of luck in that shot and a very memorable one.

 

[jrassy]

Again, these story’s are fantastic, T think 15 years here went before I thought to myself” damn, the perfect thread just appeared.
Veer G would approve, probably.

 

[vh20]

When I was a kid, I shot a steel pole with a BB gun. The bb came back and hit me in the face right under my eye.

Never forgot that.

Neither did Ralphie.

 

[Makinchips208]

I shot bin laden


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