My best shooting seems to be with a 22.I took a shot at a groundhog that was running through a bunch of brush and saplings at about 40 yds.Right behind the shoulder.Took an offhand shot at a crow sitting in a tree over 100 yds away shooting through the woods.Dead crow.Took an offhand shot at a fox pup over 100yds away.He didnt get to grow up.Took a running shot at an adult fox about 30-40 yds away.I shot at it 3 times.Two behind the shoulder and the last one in the neck.I shot 3 blackbirds with one shot with a bb gun.I cheated a little....I had 2 bbs in it at the time.

My brother used to work at a welding shop.He kept seeing a mouse running around.He took a short piece of pipe and using an airhose he shot a nail through it and killed it with the first shot.

I've had a few interesting best shots that left me in the "Holy crap!" mode but I wasn't willing to show it!

1) A old buddy of mine, Nathan, and I were out looking for deer one day and I decided to carry my CZ 550 Safari in .375 H&H, for bear protection and maybe to shoot a deer. We saw a couple of ducks floating around and he bet me a 6 pack I couldn't hit one. I figured why not, so I took a quick offhand shot and watched the water fly, Old Nate glassed it and sure enough I'd smacked a duck upside the head! 120 yards with express sights. Got a 6 pack too!

2) My father and I were out hunting bear one time (I'll always treasure those moments being out with my dad) and it was starting to get a little dark. My father wanted to test my confidence in how I shot my rifle (Custom P17 Enfield in .505Gibbs) so as we were headed back to the truck he saw a squirrel and told me to take a shot. He's always taught me well, even those I was admittingly scared of the vicious recoil. I settled down and took the shot, and hit it! My dad was proud even though I hadn't taken a bear that season.

3) My very first firearm was a single shot .410 my brother had given me for christmas, and as we were hiking one day I had always snagged this little thing to go out with me. We were watching for various little animals and I saw a crow flying at about 40 yards, and I jumped up and snapped a shot. It actually fell! Being at the tender age of 12, this was a big step being the first bird I've ever hit flying.

My best hunting (weird) shot was at a grouse that my buddy put up and I wheeled around to see it about 15 yds away, and headed right at me. I shot my 12 ga cylinder choke barrel from the hip instinctively, and a cloud of feathers erupted. Thinking I just blew this one to rags, I picked it up, and found I had gutted the bird nicely, nothing left behind the breastmeat-the only thing worth eating. Found one pellet in the breast.

When I was a kid I watched my Great Uncle shoot matches in half with a .22 (iron sights @20 yards) that my Grandma was holding between her teeth

I tried to copy this by shootin toy soldiers off my little brothers head from about 10 yards with a pellet gun, I did it, but he only let me try it once

I shot a button buck at 35 yards from a ladderstand right at sunset with my Bear Epic Extreme bow. Did I say I shot him in the ear :-) My buddy that was hunting down down the trail from me walked up & just kept looking that the ladderstand & the deer & shaking his head saying you will never in your life do that again. I have pics to prove it.
Also it should be noted that the property was being cleared for development, so it was one of the if it's brown it's down type hunts.

A good friend was coming out to my farm to check the zero on a new wildcat .338/8mmRM. I had a "gong" set up at 300 yards made from an old plow disc. I had welded a piece of metal over the back side of the center 1" shaft hole and painted the whole thing white. He got there, set up, and took his first shot just before I arrived. When I got there he was down at the gong, looking it over for his hit, but could find no mark of any kind. As I walked up, he was expressing frustration. It was then I noticed that the center plug was gone, shot clean out without having touched the disc itself. Not knowing that there had been a center plug, he assumed that he had missed the entire gong, rather than drilling it dead center. He's still pretty proud of the way that rifle shoots.

shot a flying clay at 15 yds with a .38 snubnose

headshot a divebombing dove with a ruger 20ga over-under, it proceeded to "helicopter" into my dads game back, sitting in the bed of his truck. then, its flying parnter came back to see what happened, and i shot it too.

succeeded in "shooting" myself in the leg with a 12 ga win, when i was younger, by making the dumb mistake of shooting a computer monitor. the tube slingshot the shot around and back into my strategicaly placed shin. it hurt a little.

i once saw my dad shoot and kill a jackrabbit at full run with a pump .22, when spotlighted in the bush in the middle of the night. that was pretty amazing. it was one of those glance-shoulder-fire shots.

For me, it has to be the time that I put up an old school bell at 100 yards, and hit it with a S&W 4016 shooting 155 gr Silvertips. First shot --- BANG! slight pause, and bell jumps with a loud BING!

I actually got applause at the range with that shot, and did NOT try the shot again.

My son and I were driving around the ranch just checking things out at mid-day and we drove across the tank (pond) dam. The water was on my side, and I saw several cormorants. They did their typical "walk on water" takeoff and flew past the truck about 25 yds away. The Rossi .22 mag revolver barked and one splashed in. I tried to put on my best "cool" face and my son just looked at me. Later around the campfire, I was quizzed by some of the other hunters about my handgun prowess.

Back when I had only fired a 2" barrel .22 pistol once and a .45 once at a stump. I shot a 96-5X with a .45 doing rapid fire bullseye. It was one 8 and two 9s.

Hit a crow at least 100 yards in flight with my .22 lakefield 64B with a $20 scope. Same day my friend using my .22 shot inside a spend 20 gauge shell we stuck in a tree. It launched the 20 gauge shell 50+ yards away.

My daughter's first shot at game (at age 20) was with a .22 mag, open sights at a running francolin grouse. She took it out right between the eyes, running in brush on her first ever shot. We called it a "frontal brain shot"..

The PH and trackers were very impressed with her shooting.... More so than mine..

Picture this: 18 years old, standing on the back porch barefoot on a sheet of ice wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. I had my new .44 Redhawk and I was aiming on running off the neighbors dog that was chasing my moms cat across the backyard. I knew I'd never hit it, but I just wanted to scare it, so I took aim and fired. It was a small dog (7-8 pounds maybe)at a dead run crossing right to left about 125 yards away. One shot, now the neighbors have a three-legged dog. That afternoon, I threw a 2 liter coke bottle off the back porch (about 5 yards away) and fired at it 16 times before I hit it!
Oh well... -Bear

ya i got a few crazy shot stories but my favortie would have to be shooting a chicken hawk with my .22 buck mark pistol.

it was about 100yds away and i was joking around with my friend and said , " what do u think aim at its head?" so i line up the sights and squeez off a round aiming right at its head and droped it, it hit about 1" below dead center.

heres another classic...i was on my way to my favorite squirrel spot with my 22 mag and i see a bunch of crows land in the top of some trees about 130 -150 yds away so i pull up, standing there with nothing to lean my gun against, and aim about 6 or 8 inches high and it plumited to the ground. i finally found it laying at the base of the tree with half of its head missing.

The earliest:
8 years old, my maternal grandfather threw a jar into the river and said as it drifted downstream "you shoot at it for a while, then I'll sink'er". I waited for what seemed like a long time to my 8 year old mind and then shot and hit the jar with Gramp's Savage .22 lr. I now realize that he knew I would hit it all along. I'm not sure which of us was more proud.

The most unlikely:
Around 12 now. Using that same Savage .22 (still have it to this day, Gramp gave it to me when he was too blind to use open sights). A friend and I were "hunting" (walking in the woods with guns). We came to the town reservoir which is a big lake. A seagull was floating an honest 200 yards away. We decided to shoot at it. Both of us with .22's and open sights. He fired several times, getting closer each time by observing the bullet splashes. When his magazine was empty I fired one shot and hit it. The wind blew it ashore and I had hit it in the beak from the front and right through its head. The thing is, his last shot had gotten its attention and it had begun to take off. It was about 2 feet off the water and moving pretty fast when I fired. I just let on like that was normal.

The most important:
16 years old. A rifle match in Bisley, England in 1983 as a member of the Canadian Cadet Team. Shooting at 1200 yards with 7.62 NATO (.308 Win). The wind is blowing hard to the left, like about 30 minutes of windage on. Halfway through the shoot the wind stops for about 10 seconds and then blows about about twice as hard to the right. I make a wild ass guess as to the windage and dial it in on my sight. Squeezing that shot off seemed harder than jumping off the highest diving board I'd ever seen. The target goes down and comes back up with a dead center bull. The two old British guys I was shooting with both look over at me and shake their heads. I just nod, but its a good thing I'm already prone.....
One of them bought me a pint of Bitter later that week.

A friend of mine has two aluminum arrow shafts that are split into three petals, Robin Hood style.



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i think this was just stupid luck

watched my dad hit a pheasant in the air at 80 yards with his (now mine) 12Ga. 1100

I see I'm too late to have the first seagull story. Many years ago I was crabbing (walking tide flats for Dungeness crab) here in Washington, near Anacortes. I had my new S & W 41 22 target pistol. Took a throw-away shot at a gull at about 125 yds and drilled it through the head. The bad news is that there were some birders there. If there had been a tree within a mile, I believe I would have been hanging in it.

Some buds of mine wanted me to bump fire an AK-47 I just got done building a few weeks back. So I load a 30 round mag and fire from the hip at the embankment 50 yards away. I get through the clip and unload...down the hill rolls a dead rabbit...opps we didnt know how it happened but it did.


We were out shooting trap one night and I had a old SXS 12 ga. The flood lights were on and there was a full line of guys shooting. I was having good luck with this 5100 SXS and let the birds go way out before I touched off one of the barrels. I had a good score going and my friend kept giving me looks from the other side of the line.. I motioned to him to watch the next bird...It went out and I hadn't even shouldered the gun yet. It was about 12 feet off the group when I snapped the gun up and shot. The bird broke just before it hit. it was a good ways out as our trap line slops down a good ways.