Best shot you ever made
- Thread starter Rob
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Klipspringer between the eyes at 253 yards (lased) with a Ruger RSM in 375 H&H. One (lucky?
) shot, recorded on video with three witnesses. (300 gr. A-Frame).
A few days later, same setup, hit a 1 metre- sized boulder on the third and fourth shots at 964 yards. Hilltop to hilltop, 3.5-10x Leupold with a duplex reticle, shot off sticks.
) shot, recorded on video with three witnesses. (300 gr. A-Frame).A few days later, same setup, hit a 1 metre- sized boulder on the third and fourth shots at 964 yards. Hilltop to hilltop, 3.5-10x Leupold with a duplex reticle, shot off sticks.
Walking on a ranch. I jumped a 2pt buck.
Running away from be I got him at the base of the skull and took the lower jaw clean off.
375ruger 300g Sierra spbt 20-30yrds.
His legs tucked into his body so fast it looked like he was floating for a second before he hit the dirt.
Many spectacular gopher mist with my 204ruger. But that buck shot is still vivid in my mind
Running away from be I got him at the base of the skull and took the lower jaw clean off.
375ruger 300g Sierra spbt 20-30yrds.
His legs tucked into his body so fast it looked like he was floating for a second before he hit the dirt.
Many spectacular gopher mist with my 204ruger. But that buck shot is still vivid in my mind
My best shots are the one-shot DRT kills, but my luckiest shot has a bit of a story.
I was hunting with a bunch of country boys, their dads, and my father-in-law. There were 7 of us in total. The younger guys were calling me "slick" since I'm a city slicker and were poking fun at my high tech gear, asking how much it cost and just busting my chops in general. We get to the field we want to spot, and there's a nice buck just on the edge of it, not 80 meters away. They all start firing, bang, bang, bang. The buck doesn't run away from us, but straight across us (no more than 50m at this point) and keeps going, full tilt. I cycle the bolt on my Weatherby, gun comes up onto my shooting stick. Everyone else is either still shooting or already empty. Deer is now ~250m away, well past us and moving quickly. Crosshairs on the bobbing tail. Bring it up just a few clicks... breathe out... load up the trigger... deer crosses the 350 mark... KABOOOOOOOM! 180 grain Nosler partition slammed into the neck just an inch below the skull, deer hits the ground so fast if you blinked you missed it. Paced it out at 386 meters.
The best part was I left the muzzle break on it and was the only one wearing hearing protection (of course they made fun of my high tech electronic ear plugs up until that point), the shot was still ringing out when I slung the rifle and started walking towards my kill. The others were in shock from the seeming ease of the shot, concussion of the noise, and the fact that it was the only round I bothered to feed into the rifle. "Slick" is now a legend with those guys, don't see them often and don't have the heart to tell them a target moving dead away from you isn't hard to hit when you practice to 600 meters
Doesn't help that the first time we went out to bust some hand-launched clays, I never missed a shot (3 rounds of trap the day before). I'm in my 40's now and don't think I'm going to bother them with the truth, just take those ones to the grave and let the legend live on!
I was hunting with a bunch of country boys, their dads, and my father-in-law. There were 7 of us in total. The younger guys were calling me "slick" since I'm a city slicker and were poking fun at my high tech gear, asking how much it cost and just busting my chops in general. We get to the field we want to spot, and there's a nice buck just on the edge of it, not 80 meters away. They all start firing, bang, bang, bang. The buck doesn't run away from us, but straight across us (no more than 50m at this point) and keeps going, full tilt. I cycle the bolt on my Weatherby, gun comes up onto my shooting stick. Everyone else is either still shooting or already empty. Deer is now ~250m away, well past us and moving quickly. Crosshairs on the bobbing tail. Bring it up just a few clicks... breathe out... load up the trigger... deer crosses the 350 mark... KABOOOOOOOM! 180 grain Nosler partition slammed into the neck just an inch below the skull, deer hits the ground so fast if you blinked you missed it. Paced it out at 386 meters.
The best part was I left the muzzle break on it and was the only one wearing hearing protection (of course they made fun of my high tech electronic ear plugs up until that point), the shot was still ringing out when I slung the rifle and started walking towards my kill. The others were in shock from the seeming ease of the shot, concussion of the noise, and the fact that it was the only round I bothered to feed into the rifle. "Slick" is now a legend with those guys, don't see them often and don't have the heart to tell them a target moving dead away from you isn't hard to hit when you practice to 600 meters
Doesn't help that the first time we went out to bust some hand-launched clays, I never missed a shot (3 rounds of trap the day before). I'm in my 40's now and don't think I'm going to bother them with the truth, just take those ones to the grave and let the legend live on!
mmcintyre1220
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- Tillsonburg, Ontario
A friend an I went out to his grandfathers property so he could do some long range shooting. At the time, I was just getting into shooting and didn't own much. We set the steel plate out at 1000 yards and drove back on the atv's. When we got to the shooting bench I jokingly said that 1000 yards was not far. I then picked up my 10/22 and fired two rounds at it but didn't see or hear anything (as expected). After about 30 minutes of him shooting, we drove back down to the target where low and behold there were two very faint marks on the bottom of the plate and 2 40 grain 22lr projectiles sitting on the ground. I tried to hit the plate again but went 0/300ish. It was 100% pure luck but dam, I will never forget it.
All you guys trick shooting things out of the air with high-powered single projectiles and not knowing where the bullet lands are really scaring me.
I much prefer shooting at rocks and when I take a shot straight-up it's with a caliber that I know will shoot all the way into space and and not drop back down to earth on an innocent noggin.
I much prefer shooting at rocks and when I take a shot straight-up it's with a caliber that I know will shoot all the way into space and and not drop back down to earth on an innocent noggin.
Shooting with a few friends and had some fruit setup about 25 yards out, I had 1 round left in my m305 and decided to try to one hand it like a a pistol, couldn’t hold it very steady but that apple vaporized pretty good, felt pretty awesome!
My best shot would be at a deer that I spooked running away at full gallop.I managed to hit at the base of the head with a 300 gr 45/70 bullet shooting a Browning 1886 rifle.The bullet opened the deers skull from back to the tip of his nose like it was hit with an axe.After that I called my Browning 86 old head splitter
Brutus
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Not really my best shot but something that stays with a shooter:
Very first time I was stretching the legs on my VAR barreled Springfield M1 was getting late on September Saturday. Waited patiently for the table would give me the 500 yard target board. Was a long wet hike place my paper target. I fired the first en bloc with my handloads my friend spotting had zero indications of any strikes at all. I felt the need for one more en bloc clip of eight and I did do. Again nothing seen.
So I had to pick up my target regardless and into the dusk I went. Well there was one bullet hole at the six o'clock position. The sight was perfect in windage but just a little low.
Was very glad I persisted shooting that day.
Very first time I was stretching the legs on my VAR barreled Springfield M1 was getting late on September Saturday. Waited patiently for the table would give me the 500 yard target board. Was a long wet hike place my paper target. I fired the first en bloc with my handloads my friend spotting had zero indications of any strikes at all. I felt the need for one more en bloc clip of eight and I did do. Again nothing seen.
So I had to pick up my target regardless and into the dusk I went. Well there was one bullet hole at the six o'clock position. The sight was perfect in windage but just a little low.
Was very glad I persisted shooting that day.
- Location
- Saskatchewan
Not "best" but luckiest...
I was 18 years old, working my first summer job away from home on my uncle Jerome's tree farm at Fort Saskatchewan Alberta. A co-worker from Ontario with a very superior attitude, but who I kinda admired for his superior age, experience, and rifle, and girlfriend, invited me to come hunting for the woodchucks that were killing our carefully transplanted birch trees in the nursery.
I agreed and met him with my lowly Remington Nylon .22 semi auto. Equipped with crude iron sights. He carried an exquisite Anschutz sporter with beautiful figured walnut and topped with an excellent Leupold scope. He asked me what ammunition my ( extremely plebeian and imprecise) rifle shot the best. I said I'd never tested that theory, but I generally did OK with whatever was cheapest.
He smiled in a condescending way, and we proceeded to stalk the wily woodchuck. No luck after a hour of sneaky creeping and peering down the rows.
He suggested we take a break near the railway berm, and as we stood on the grade between the tracks, admiring the view, a redwing blackbird ( declared a pest species in these parts) started singing from his perch on a cattail reed about two hundred and fifty meters from us. He chided me - "that bird's pretty safe from you isn't he".
I'd had enough of his superior attitude by this point and just threw up my rifle, calmed my breathing and aim, took a wild guess at elevation and let fly. Offhand. The blackbird did a little backflip and dropped.
I couldn't repeat that shot now in a million tries. Can't see that good and can't use iron sights any more. And I don't shoot a thousand or so .22 cartridges from offhand every summer, and besides, I'm not that lucky any more. And lately, I don't regard Red Winged blackbirds as pests.
It was very quiet on the way back to the farm yard where his big Diesel 3/4 ton 4 wheel drive pickup with low range transmission and mud tires, and my Ford Cortina ####box car was parked. He seemed kinda subdued.
He invited me to go fishing the next weekend. And asked my advice on how to catch walleye in the Pembina river. ;-)
I was 18 years old, working my first summer job away from home on my uncle Jerome's tree farm at Fort Saskatchewan Alberta. A co-worker from Ontario with a very superior attitude, but who I kinda admired for his superior age, experience, and rifle, and girlfriend, invited me to come hunting for the woodchucks that were killing our carefully transplanted birch trees in the nursery.
I agreed and met him with my lowly Remington Nylon .22 semi auto. Equipped with crude iron sights. He carried an exquisite Anschutz sporter with beautiful figured walnut and topped with an excellent Leupold scope. He asked me what ammunition my ( extremely plebeian and imprecise) rifle shot the best. I said I'd never tested that theory, but I generally did OK with whatever was cheapest.
He smiled in a condescending way, and we proceeded to stalk the wily woodchuck. No luck after a hour of sneaky creeping and peering down the rows.
He suggested we take a break near the railway berm, and as we stood on the grade between the tracks, admiring the view, a redwing blackbird ( declared a pest species in these parts) started singing from his perch on a cattail reed about two hundred and fifty meters from us. He chided me - "that bird's pretty safe from you isn't he".
I'd had enough of his superior attitude by this point and just threw up my rifle, calmed my breathing and aim, took a wild guess at elevation and let fly. Offhand. The blackbird did a little backflip and dropped.
I couldn't repeat that shot now in a million tries. Can't see that good and can't use iron sights any more. And I don't shoot a thousand or so .22 cartridges from offhand every summer, and besides, I'm not that lucky any more. And lately, I don't regard Red Winged blackbirds as pests.
It was very quiet on the way back to the farm yard where his big Diesel 3/4 ton 4 wheel drive pickup with low range transmission and mud tires, and my Ford Cortina ####box car was parked. He seemed kinda subdued.
He invited me to go fishing the next weekend. And asked my advice on how to catch walleye in the Pembina river. ;-)
buzzmagoo
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- sprucewood Hallows Eastern Townships
Had a old single shot 22 . It usually shoot minute of barn door ( loose bolt, busted sights and beat all to ,,ll barrel crown) and I don't think it was ever cleaned properly other than the coat hanger wire and rag soaked in gas barrel swiping. But dang it was deadly on snap shots! Cat tails, squirrels, rats and bird on the wing. My buddies at the time couldn't get over how I could do it with out realy aiming . Tryed many times to strike matches but never could? It didn't matter what ammo I shot, I guess it just fit me well ( at the time)
