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Post by gobblerstopper on Jan 5, 2011 12:42:04 GMT -5
427 steps on a coyote with my .270. My buddies in Nebraska just laughed when I was bragging about it.
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Post by tenring on Jan 5, 2011 13:05:46 GMT -5
3 out of 4 prairie dogs off the same mound at 500 yards out in Montana.
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Post by omegahunter on Jan 5, 2011 13:53:31 GMT -5
174 yard first shot hit on a prairie dog in Rosebud Indian Reservation in South Dakota with a Marlin 881 .22 LR. Got tired of blowing them up with the .223, so we starting seeing how far we could hit them with our rimfires. Had others way out there, but that was the longest that connected on the first attempt. I did cheat somewhat and had adjusted the elevation on the scope way up. When I got back to Indiana, I shot it at the range and found that I was sighted just over 6" high at 100 yards.
Another that I will never forget was on a squirrel with my Dad's over/ under 22/410. I thought that I had the selector on the 410 barrel and swung on a squirrel running on a limb about 50 feet in front of me. When the crack of the .22 went off, the squirrel rolled out shot through the head.
Doubled on doves one time and had to lean to the side to avoid getting hit by them when they folded. Similar to the previous dove incident of catching the one hit, but I didn't even think about trying that, besides, one hand would have still been full of shotgun.
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Post by featherduster on Jan 5, 2011 14:16:05 GMT -5
Last year 3 geese with 3 shots from one flock. Repeated again the very next day. This year 4 mallard drakes from one flock in 4 shots in less than one minute. And yes I had my plug in.
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Post by scrub-buster on Jan 5, 2011 17:06:32 GMT -5
Last year 3 geese with 3 shots from one flock. Repeated again the very next day. This year 4 mallard drakes from one flock in 4 shots in less than one minute. And yes I had my plug in. I guess thats why you are called featherduster
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Post by HighCotton on Jan 5, 2011 17:29:34 GMT -5
Last year 3 geese with 3 shots from one flock. Repeated again the very next day. This year 4 mallard drakes from one flock in 4 shots in less than one minute. And yes I had my plug in. I guess thats why you are called featherduster ! I felt lucky just to bust one at a time out of the sky this year!
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Post by john1977 on Jan 6, 2011 8:11:12 GMT -5
2 geese in one shot "out of the air" and the next day a speckle belly at over a 100 yards
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Post by bigballer on Jan 6, 2011 8:33:43 GMT -5
I have a few nice ones that come to mind but can't beat my dad so will just brag on him. Dad shot a hawk out of the sky while his brother was driving the truck down the road. Long time ago... I've seen him shoot squirrels on the run with a rifle. He's had a few other nice ones. But he is an expert marksman.. LOL.... Still hold the record down at Fort Campbell 99 out of 99. He couldn't figure out why he still had one shell left.... LOL... didn't see the 300 meter target.... One guy has tied him since but that guy went 99/100. He's good but I've seen him miss a big buck at 40 yards..... LOL.... I'll not let him forget that one.... Said the gun must have been off.... Walked to the car and shot a sign.... Put the bullet in the o he was shooting at on the sign at 50 yards...... Won't let him live that one down... BB
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Post by oneshot on Jan 6, 2011 10:14:02 GMT -5
When I was 9 or 10 years old my older brother stole my new bike. He made the mistake of riding it down the street right by me. I of course naturally picked up a rock and threw it at him hitting him on the head. I got my bike back right then and there. He never took it again.
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Post by Sasquatch on Jan 6, 2011 15:03:39 GMT -5
When I was 9 or 10 years old my older brother stole my new bike. He made the mistake of riding it down the street right by me. I of course naturally picked up a rock and threw it at him hitting him on the head. I got my bike back right then and there. He never took it again. ;D Lots of good replies people.
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Post by deerdude on Jan 7, 2011 4:23:23 GMT -5
this past archery season on a crisp snow covered morning i shot a doe at 37 yards.this was my best shot and actually longest shot with a bow.best part was the tracking was so cool in the fresh snow .then when i recovered her i found i had cut the heart in two.just something about that hunt that will stick with me for years.
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Post by kevin1 on Jan 8, 2011 23:46:58 GMT -5
When I was 16 we lived in a house on a 3/4 acre lot about 50 yards wide. I had a Daisy 880 pump air rifle with a 4X scope, and after some fine tuning and a LOT of practice I could hit the bottom of a pop can pretty regularly with those 4.5 grain wadcutter pellets I was shooting. I switched to the cardboard carrier from six packs of Moosehead beer, finally narrowing a three shot group to the moose's cheek, about 1". We had scads of bunnies there because of the hedge of rosa rugosas that had engulfed the split rail fence surrounding the house on three sides, so I occasionally popped one for lunch as they fed on the clover in the back yard. My favorite "sniper hide" was my parent's second story bathroom window, although the critters usually bolted when they heard the sound of me pumping the gun, so I took to doing that in the hall and sneaking back to the window to shoot. One day I drew down on one as he munched, slowly squeezed the trigger, and was dumbfounded when he didn't do the expected back flip. I was a headshot master by then, and the bunny was only about 25-30 yards out, a sitting duck as they say. I slunk to the hall, loaded and pumped, and crept back to the window. Another pellet hissed toward the rabbit, again to no apparent effect. *%$#!! One more try, and again an infuriating miss! I decided that this one had earned a reprieve, so I went downstairs to shoo him from the field of my humiliating failure. When I opened the back door the rabbit, in an apparent effort to taunt me, moved not a muscle. He didn't even try to bolt when I stepped outside the door. "Gutsy little .", I thought, and I made my way toward him assuming he would lose his nerve and dash for the safety of the rose hedge as so many before him had. But he didn't even twitch. When I reached him I discovered that the first pellet had gone in his left eye and exited his right. The second and third had slightly clipped the edges as they passed through the same opening, he had been dead the whole time.
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Post by imnatree on Jan 9, 2011 1:24:05 GMT -5
Bow: 6 yrs ago, I noticed a squirrel chewing on the treated plywood sides of my single axle trailer. Grabbing my bow, I told my 5 yr old son to slowly raise the dining room window. He did so without spooking the critter, or getting in front of the window. Pulled the 78 lb. Z-max to full draw. Let the fieldtipped 7595 goldtip fly. Complete pass through dbl. lung and heart as he was sitting up on his rear haunches chewing broadside to me. Now he's in my dining room hanging on the wall mounted to a split log. My son won't forget that day. Btw shot was measured at 43 yds.
Gun: spooked a doe walking to my stand one afternoon about a dozen yrs ago. She ran directly away from me on a full out sprint. Put the xhairs at base of her head & squeezed. Dropped her at 125 yds. With moss 500a 12 ga. With that gun, probably more lucky that it actually fired. Lol
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Post by deerbiskit on Jan 10, 2011 11:21:17 GMT -5
Admiral Nelson... ;D ;D
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Post by steve46511 on Jan 10, 2011 14:34:48 GMT -5
Best single shot, I think, was on a hip shot doe on the last day of ML season one year. 10 min of shooting time left and I was edging out of the woods and saw her struggling at the far end of a field I knew was 300 yards.
I walked towards her till she picked he head up and looked at me and took the shot offhand simply out of desire to end her suffering even if I had to get a bullet in her and get closer for another shot.
High cross wind and later stepped off (so a bit shorter IMO) at over 250 paces with a maxi hunter 54 cal bullet ( I figured about 4 feet in drop and 2 feet wind drift) and took out both shoulders.
There was actually a noticable ( and seemed LONG) pause between the boom and WHOP of the bullet hitting.
All luck and faith with plenty of desire is all.
My one buddy still thinks it was a lone mallard circling over us as we walked out from a morning pond hunt. Round and round it went and I was looking at it and my buddy made me a bet (I was young and dumbER then) that I couldnt even get it to change course. I killed that duck with one shot as dead as any Ive ever shot with a 2 3/4 load of fours. Id hate to say how far I THINK it was. I know the lead was like 18-20 feet by guess and it had circled over 5 hunters in all that never raised their gun.....even with a prayer. My buddy just looked at me and shook his head.
My other long time buddy replied that it wasnt a single shot but his WORSE memory was us out quail hunting and we jumped a large covey.
Shooting my 28 ga Wingmaster I rapped off five rounds and connected on each. I asked him how many he shot and he said
"I NEVER GOT TO PULL THE TRIGGER! Every time I swung on a bird it blew up in a cloud of feathers before I could shoot!"
Picking up the birds......we both were amazed and dumbfounded to find SIX dead quail laying along the fencerow in the picked bean field.
The only time (we went and put up singles) I limited out with one round less than the number of birds I had. Dont recall if limit then was 8 or 10 but twas a LONG time ago.
He still cusses me over that day and another where I shot a cock pheasant and the one he was swinging on flew into my shot string downrange. ;D 7 1/2 trap loads....yikes.
Thanks for bringing up some fond memories. (Recall I missed a gazillion deer this year too)
God Bless
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Post by Sasquatch on Jan 12, 2011 3:57:00 GMT -5
Best single shot, I think, was on a hip shot doe on the last day of ML season one year. 10 min of shooting time left and I was edging out of the woods and saw her struggling at the far end of a field I knew was 300 yards. I walked towards her till she picked he head up and looked at me and took the shot offhand simply out of desire to end her suffering even if I had to get a bullet in her and get closer for another shot. High cross wind and later stepped off (so a bit shorter IMO) at over 250 paces with a maxi hunter 54 cal bullet ( I figured about 4 feet in drop and 2 feet wind drift) and took out both shoulders. There was actually a noticable ( and seemed LONG) pause between the boom and WHOP of the bullet hitting. All luck and faith with plenty of desire is all. My one buddy still thinks it was a lone mallard circling over us as we walked out from a morning pond hunt. Round and round it went and I was looking at it and my buddy made me a bet (I was young and dumbER then) that I couldnt even get it to change course. I killed that duck with one shot as dead as any Ive ever shot with a 2 3/4 load of fours. Id hate to say how far I THINK it was. I know the lead was like 18-20 feet by guess and it had circled over 5 hunters in all that never raised their gun.....even with a prayer. My buddy just looked at me and shook his head. My other long time buddy replied that it wasnt a single shot but his WORSE memory was us out quail hunting and we jumped a large covey. Shooting my 28 ga Wingmaster I rapped off five rounds and connected on each. I asked him how many he shot and he said "I NEVER GOT TO PULL THE TRIGGER! Every time I swung on a bird it blew up in a cloud of feathers before I could shoot!" Picking up the birds......we both were amazed and dumbfounded to find SIX dead quail laying along the fencerow in the picked bean field. The only time (we went and put up singles) I limited out with one round less than the number of birds I had. Dont recall if limit then was 8 or 10 but twas a LONG time ago. He still cusses me over that day and another where I shot a cock pheasant and the one he was swinging on flew into my shot string downrange. ;D 7 1/2 trap loads....yikes. Thanks for bringing up some fond memories. (Recall I missed a gazillion deer this year too) God Bless You're welcome!
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Post by poundsy on Jan 12, 2011 13:40:55 GMT -5
big azz grasshooper @17 yards with my bow from a ground blind. I don't know why I did it, but man I wish I had it on tape. Muzzy made mencemeat out of him.
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