Have seen other threads about proudest moment with your truck etc so how about one bragging about your best shot that you can or do brag about. Not neccesarily "I can beat that" just tell us what is the best you have done that you are proud of (and yes hail mary luck shots count in this thread)

I have made a lot of pretty good shots in my life, several 350+yrd shots while hunting etc but those are mostly with a high powered rifle and good scope (375yrs up hill hit a bear 338win mag and a 12power scope) BUT those are just run of the mill long range shots while hunting, this is about bragging rights shooting.

Let me set this up just a little bit, I will mention the fencesI had 3 fences in a row, first was by the house, last was at the back of the property 1/2mile from the road, this fence was immediately in between those at 1/4 mile from the road, the porch I was shooting from measures out 90ft off the road.

About 15yrs ago when I was still farming, came home one afternoon and saw 3 coyotes trying to get into the feed lot with all the lambs in it (I had 500+ head of lambs on feed at the time) ran into the house and grabbed my SKS, onto the porch, first shot was about 80-100yrds, dropped the first coyote with a single round, other two took off at a dead run. I fired twice more and missed as they ran across the open field until I settled down and leaned on teh railing for my 4th shot, about 250yrds out by this time and hit the second yote in the butt, ended up taking another shot and killed that one, then turned to fire at the last one still running. By this time he is 300+ and I missed when he dropped down into the ditch that ran through the field where I couldn't see him. But I had an idea where he was headed so got into a good bench rest position and waited figuring he was headed for the water gap to get through the first fenceline. he did come back up and out of that ditch about 50yrs past the fence and headed for the back fence at an angle when I seen him again. Now on the sks that have that adjustable sight for range, I set it on the 500M setting, did my best to calculate the wind, and the speed he was moving led him just slightly and fired, about a second later (seemed like a long time actually) he dropped like a rock. Went out to check him and head shot just at the base of the skull, approx 50-75yrds past the fence line, that works out to around 450yrds with iron sights.
So even though not all where hits, I got 3 coyotes in about 60 seconds with 7 rounds ranging from 100 to 450+yrds with a semi auto and iron sights. AND it was an SKS too (ok it was one of the really good Russian made ones)

So lets hear em guys.

 

Just off the top of my head. . . .

April, 1994.
Crossville, Tennessee - Boar hunting.
A good friend and I went to Crossville, for some wild boar hunting.
My friend was carrying his Thompson-Center Contender w/10" barrel, chambered in .41 Magnum.
I was carrying my Dan Wesson .44 Magnum, with the VH-4 barrel on it, and stoked w/240 gr JHP handloads.
I carried a Marlin 1894 in .44 Magnum, just in case I had a longer shot, but, was hoping for a 'close-in' shot with my handgun.

Well. . after a couple of stalks, my friend shot at a brown/black sow at about 15 to 20 yds and the .41 Magnum JHP went completely through this sow, and she dropped in her tracks. The shot was just behind her left shoulder.

The boar with her, took off running.

He looked pretty darned good to me. . . especially since this was my first boar hunt.

I asked the guide what he thought.
He said that was a good boar if I wanted it, but, don't tarry. It'll be gone in a flash.
So. . . what the heck. I handed my rifle to the guide and took off running after the boar, drawing my DW.

I chased this boar across the ridge, about 50 to 75 yards.
When he stopped and started turning towards me, I pulled the hammer back and aimed for the neck.
A shot rang out. . . I don't even remember giving that last little squeeze!
The boar dropped like he'd been hit by a freight train!
I was seven feet (7 feet!) from this boar!
My heart was pumping so hard, I thought my chest was going to explode!

Bad back. I smoked, but was trying to quit, (not successfully, that time)!
(And my wife says 'a bad attitude'!)
The guide came running up, then stopped just short of where the boar and I were.
I never took the DW muzzle off of the boar, just in case that pig started running again. (I don't want to lose any animal.)

The guide said to kick the boar in the (ahem) rear-end. I did, and it didn't move.
Game over.
The boar was 210 lbs, dressed. The guide 'figures' 230+ lbs on the hoof.

I've got some pictures somewhere around here, and I had the boar head mounted and it's hanging on the wall above the TV in the family room.

 

A twelve ounce Bud (unopened/cold) on a fencepost at about 70 feet with at 10 mil Glock. Friend wanted to hear what it sounded like so I asked for something to shoot at. Not wanting to waste a good beer he trotted over to the fence and set it on the post.

One shot, one kill. Put it back in the holster. Now then, you must know for the most part I can't hit the broadside of a barn with a handgun.

 

I shot 3 quail from a rising covey with my Winchester 1300 XTR 12 ga. in as much time as it takes to pump and pull the trigger. They flushed behind me and I first had to pivot 180. Then they flew away at a quartering angle. I don't think I could ever triple again on live birds. Even double clay targets are hard enough!

 

couple weeks ago....squirrel season, taking my 9 1/2 year old out under the 'mentored youth program'. outside my property on the clear creek state forest land.

58-60 degrees, no clouds, no wind. teaching him how to hear then sit for squirrels

lo and behold, we are surrounded by reds and a few grays, when at the top of this majestic oak, 2 black squirrels the size of cats, 100yrds away.

using a 1971 Romanian army training rifle in .22 complete with open flip up sights in meters.

flip up the 3rd for 75M, hold about an inch high, pow, right thru the heart, ever hear 3+lbs of squirrel hit the ground from 90-100 feet up?

if you are ever gonna show off for your kid - this is it. wasnt the longest shot I ever made. wasnt the cleanest shot I ever made. but it was the best braggin rights I have, at least around my kid.

 

2 best shots...

1) Hitting a Deer metallic silhouette at 700 yards with my M1 Garrand, AND, seeing the bullet in flight and splatting on the target. Really cool to watch a bullet in flight and hit.

2) Blasted a fly with my S&W 357 Mag. He was sitting on my spotting scope pole stand. I did the Redneck cheer, "Hey guys watch this" And blasted the fly, blood splatter as proof. The guy watching was amazed. I know it was the muzzle blast that killed the fly. The bullet never came near the pole, I am not that stupid, well maybe.

Jim Henderson

 

For the most part the only hunting I do anymore is first and second season deer. We hunt in a really dense wooded area so not to many long shots to be had, although I have made 3 clean kills in the 100-150 yard range with open sights using my Remington 1100.

My claim to fame was 2 summers ago at a small local shooting range. They have a 100 yard range and to the right of that is the 200 yard range, directly behind the ranges is the parking lot, and on the other side of the parking lot is the skeet/clay pigeon shooting range.

We were on the 200 yard range. We had a long 2x4 supported by a couple buckets sitting at the end of the range. On top of the 2x4 was about 25-30 two liter pop bottles filled with water that we were using as targets. We were mostly messing around, shooting my AR-15s, a couple .22s, and my Remington 870 and 1100. Taking out pop bottles at 200 yards for the hell of it.

Once the other group of people that was there left then it was just me and buddy out there. We're constantly trying to one up each other, I'd hit something at 200 yards so he'd go back 10 yards or so into the parking lot and take a shot from there. Eventually we were standing at the opposite side of the parking lot, basically taking 260-280 yard shots down the 200 yard range. Finally I decided enough is enough I go over to the truck and pull out my Armalite AR-50, with 5.5x Trijicon ACOG scope. I make my way across the parking lot and clear past the clay pigeon range. I setup my Bi-pod and lay down to take aim at the end of the 200 yard range from about 385 yards back. I fire and blow away one of the two litres, my buddy starts saying "oh lucky shot" anyone can do that. So I back up to the very far edge of the property, basically turning the 200 yard range into a 435 yard range. I take aim at the 2x4 holding up the pop bottles, that now looks like a toothpick, I pull the trigger and watched every single pop bottle hit the ground. I smoked the narrow side of the 2x4 and blew it into a about 50 pieces with one shot.

To this day my buddy still tries to duplicate that shot but can't do it. He's tried it with all of his weapons and all of mine. He's mounted about 20 different scopes on at least 30 different AR-15s, AR-30s, M1s, and AKs that we have between us. But he just can't do it, hes even accused me of mounting a small explosive on the 2x4 He claims there's no way anyone could hit that with anything.

 

Some great ones here guys keep it up.

quaddriver, your right it feels good to be able to take your kid out and do something like that with them.

 

Best shot? 100 proof Hot Damn. Straight out of the bottle. Three big gulps. Chased with a jigger of J.D. Black. Walked 10 paces to the chair, sat down. poped a top, and smoked a cheap cigar. Life was good. By what little I recall of it that day....a very long time ago.

 

Back in the good old days, while growing up on a few acre spread. We used to practice with air rifles, and helped feed the cats. Had three birds lined up in a perfect row, aimed for the middle one and let them have it. Two stayed on the ground and didn't move.

Years latter, while whitetail chasing. 3 inches of fresh snow. Dragging one out with dad and uncle, come across fresh tracks. I knew the area like the back of my hand. Figured, I knew where he would be bedded down, it was close to noon. Circled around behind where I figured they would be, sat down to get rueger 243 ready,(it was still snowing heavy, and I had caps on the scope) and as I stood a doe clampered up and shot off down hill. To my surprise, just to my right, a fine 10 pointer (I think thats how you count them up down south) jumped up out of his bed. He was about 20 yrds and looking down hill. He didn't even know what hit him, in the back of his head, before he dropped like a sack of potatoes.

 

My best shot....two instances come to mind, but I don't know if they really qualify.

The first was when I was in the service. Ironically, I was sitting in a laboratory van working on some electronic equipment when some staff sergeant came in and asked, "How did you shoot in boot camp?" I responded, "Not that well, I ended up with sharpshooter since I missed expert by 3 points". He said, "Good enough...we're putting you on the rifle and pistol team for the unit, and sending your *** to Camp Hanson". I, being a PFC not knowing what the heck was going on, responded with the obligatory "aye aye, sir", and packed my crap to fly from MCAS Iwakuni, to Camp Hanson, Okinawa for a month. Once I got there, I met my other team members, which comprised another PFC, a corporal, a sergeant, one gunny, and our team captain was this butterbar lieutenant right out of OCS. I knew we were being sent as pretty much a administrative requirement as each unit had to supply a team, but I figured it was a month away from the lab, so it couldn't be all bad.

I won't bore you with the tales of the month I was there, although there were a few, but my best shot actually boiled down to one day, and it wasn't one shot, it was 20 of them. It was a practice day, and we had many of them, as during the whole thing your team shoots six days a week until the final three days, then it counts. I swear, I smelled of gunpowder for weeks after that mess was over. Anyway, it was just a typical practice day, and the day was about over. We were back on the 500 yard line, and the string of fire was 20 rounds, slow fire, prone position, on the silouhette target. These competitions are run with standard weapons, and all i was using was a brand spankin new M-16A2 (I originally qualified with the A1 in bootcamp). Now, I normally shot pretty well from a distance, but the factor here was the weather. A storm had already moved in, but being the dorks we were, we weren't going to let a little rain bother us that day. The rain was coming in from basically all directions as the wind was shifting in each direction randomly. I was in the last string to shoot, so I walked up to the firing line, laid down in a mud puddle, and set up for my string. Once the tower signaled to begin (it's a timed string), I would set my trigger pull (A2's have three different pulls that you should rotate through for consistency if going for accuracy), load one round (you had to shoot this way...required), and then assess my dope (windage/elevation). Well, for 20 rounds, I layed there reassessing my windage over and over, 5 clicks right, then 12 left, then 3 right, with each change of the wind. I didn't even bother trying to write any of it down in my dope book as the conditions were changing too fast to keep up with. Once I got things set where my gut said to "go", I'd set in, and sqeeze a round off. Now, I'm not a bad shot, as i ended up in another competition later when I got back to the states, but I've NEVER been this good. That day, in the middle of what was turning into typhoon condition 3, I knocked off 20 out of 20 dead center V bulls. Every time the signal wand would come up out of the butts and start spinning denoting a V-bull rather than just a bull, I'd say "you've got to be kidding me", or something like that. When it was done, I just kept laying there in amazement that I had shot something like that in such conditions.

The gunny on my team said, "Where the hell did that come from?", to which I responded "I honestly have no idea". He, of course, asked for me to do that again when it mattered, but that was not to be. I wish I could have kept that target, as it is still the best shooting I've ever done. I suppose somebody took notice, as when I returned to my base and later transferred to MCAS Tustin, CA, I was asked to go through sniper orientation. I did that, but when asked if I wanted to attend the school, I turned it down.

The other event where I shot pretty well was a weird circumstance. A buddy of mine and I went to go shoot a bunch of plastic bottles, garbage, or whatever we had lying around, out in the sticks. We only took our pistols as it was just to blow off some steam. Well, we killed a lot of trash, but I had saved one target for myself. You see, this lady that I had been seeing for a while, let me know that she was more interested in the guy she was cheating on me with. Needless to say, I needed to vent some anger. So, when I was looking for stuff to blow up, I happened to see something handy. She had given me one of those corny teddy bears that was holding a little heart, for Valentines Day. I pulled this out of my bag, and said "This one is mine". I set it up on an old washing machine and stepped back approximately 50 yards. I took my pistol (Baretta 96D Brigadier....what a boat anchor of a weapon), and took a second to focus on how much I was displeased with that woman. I took aim, and let a single round go (which confused my friend, as he was sure that I'd just unload on it). Well, neither of us saw the stupid thing flinch, and I thought i had missed it completely. So, just to check, we walked up to look. I picked the bear up to find that the round I had let loose went directly through the little heart that the bear was holding. We both agreed that anger can really make someone focus if used correctly, put it back down, and blew the living crap out of it and anything left in the field of fire.

So, while I didn't drop Bambi or anything, those would have to be the two instances where I believe my best marksmanship took place.

 

i got 2 at close range(20-25 yard) with a single shot break open. i was sitin on a log and this big doe walk up and then about 50 feet behind her was a nice 10 piont. i droped the buck and reloaded and shot the doe before she could turn and run. both were head shots(we dont like to waist meat) and drop within 30-40 feet of each other. they were the last two deer i shot some 10-12 years ago. they were both shot with an old white powder wonder single shot break open 20 ga

 

This is both the best and the worst shot of my hunting experience. I was sitting in a tree stand on top of a hill overlooking a quarter section that had just been clear-cut. No sooner had I sat down and a decent sized buck started walking up the hill far on my right side. Since I'm right-handed I had to shoot awkwardly across my body - I was using a .30-30 with no scope. I wanted to wait for a better shot but he turned. Took the shot at about 100 yards and he dropped like a rock and didn't move again. When my cousin finally came back an hour or so later we went and checked on the deer and it turned out I had literally shot his horn off and apparently knocked him out. He was laying there looking up at me. I took care of business but was sick over the poor thing laying there all that time.

The other shot I am proud of was late in the afternoon, New Year's Day 1996. I had been up all night the night before helping clean a monster buck. I dozed off in my spot in a little bottom and woke up to see three does and a six point at the top of a small hill about 75 yards away. I aimed at the buck, took the shot with my 12-gauge (#1 buckshot) and all I saw were deer scattering. Just before dark my cousin comes out and we go looking - found nothing. Just as we were about to take the walk of shame we heard a rustling and about 20 yards away we found the buck - he must have had one final death kick because he was dead as a doornail. The funny thing is we couldn't find a mark on him. Later, when we cleaned him we found two holes - one in his back leg and another had gone between two ribs and hit his heart.

 

Some would say the best shot I ever made was the one that hit me in the chest. .22cal.

Using the term "Shot" generically..my very best shot was a Double Eagle on the par 4 9th at my home course on 12June'99. For non golfers..Hole in One. Very proud day. 1st one ever in over 100 yr history of the course.

 

Is that the windmill hole or the lighthouse? I forget how that course is laid out.....