Many of us who shot 22 rimfire [may still do so!] a lot as youths will have a tale or two of a very "lucky" long shot that worked out well. I recollect once, as a 16 year old, I was outside protecting our cherry tree from Starlings when one flew away and landed at the top of a big fir tree at the corner of our property. To the base of the tree from where I stood was 240 long paces, so anyone's guess, but well over 250 to the top for sure. I had a 151M(a) Mossberg semi-auto and an old weaver B4 scope. My dad was there as I looked at that Starling through that scope. He said, "you won't even scare it at that distance". I raised that Mossberg up till that Starling disappeared in the bottom of the scope and touched one off. I guess both of us were equally surprised when after a short wait, that Starling just tipped off the top of the Fir and fell straight down, deader than a doornail. The legs were worth 10 cents a pair at the time, so I had to go check. I'll be damned if that Starling hadn't taken that 22LR right through the neck! A guy could probably take quite a few shots to duplicate that feat. Another time three of us young bucks were at the local dump [shooting allowed at that time] We were practicing our ability to hit targets thrown in the air with our 22 rimfires. One of my buddies found a very small glass bottle, the kind that model paint used to come in. He said to my other buddy: "Hey Wayne, try this one" Instead of just tossing it up in the air, he winged it as hard as he could out and quartering away. Wayne up with his 22, dropped the hammer and at about 80 yards, blew that little bottle to smithereens!! All three of us just stood there with our jaws hanging out. Neat stuff to remember those shots. Regards, Eagleye.