Advanced Marksmanship crazy shots!!!! lets hear about them...

One of my personal proudest was 5 of 7 shots at 300m on a steel E silhouette, standing unsupported firing a 686+ 6" .357 magnum using irons and 140gr. XTP handloads fired single action. It wowed everyone there, including myself.

Lets see... I was watching the pits one day and had a temporary SDM instructor with me (a coach) and he had to poo. There's this little wooden outhouse a few feet behind the halfpipe under the pit, been there for decades. It has a couple holes in it. We reason how likely it is that a round will hit that outhouse, given it's slightly to the left of the target, they're at 500m or so and there's only a couple holes in it after all these years. So he decides to go for it. He comes out, leans against it, says something about it being improbable for a couple seconds, and he walks back. As SOON as he gets back under the pit, WHAM! a round comes over the berm and punches right through that outhouse, right where his head was less than a minute earlier. Go figure.
 
Was at my local range a year ago shooting at 100yard target when i spotted a bee on the left side of my bullseye. I decided to take a shot at it but thought i missed. Went to have a look during the ceasefire and found the back half of the bee next to the hole. Nice shot i rekon!!!
 

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The single greatest shot I have ever made was on two paint cans at 500 yds. My partner and I had set up a steel silhouette at 500. After shooting a few dozen times we went down to repaint. As we finished we sat two paint cans on either side of the target. One was a white capped marking spray paint. The other was a pink capped marking paint. I settled in and took the shot at the white can. I hit exactly where I was aiming. Now I figured I had been lucky. My partner throws a few rounds at the pink can only to have it fall over. So here I am spotting for him with my rifle, and I see the can fall. Finally I couldn't resist. He had missed 5 times, I gotta put him out of his misery. All I see is the top of the pink cap through the surrounding brush. I settle in breath, fire, pink paint cloud. We immediately go down to check the carnage. I find the can, bottom missing, top missing, tube intact. By my estimation I had hit somewhere on the top. When I finally found the top I could barely see the bullet hole. It went in between the perforations on the top and the pop out disk.

I'm telling you as sure as I am sitting here it you had put a quarter on the target that day I could have hit it. It was amazing.



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At the farm I groundhog hunt at was sitting watching the field when at 201yds I saw a "black rope" then I saw it move, it was a large black snake. I was sitting no support with a 22 hornet, with the crosshairs just over the end of the rope I sent a 35gr vmax. Took his head clean off. That thing was at least 6 foot long.
 
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My 8yr old (at that time) little brother...mom spaced us out about 20 years.
My buddy and I were shooting .22lr at 285 yds in 16-18mph crosswind. We each got 3 shots at the saw blade. Close, no impact. My little brother, Clint, asks for a chance. "Ok Clint, if you feel a gust hold 4 mils left. If the wind dies hold 1.5 mil...." BANG...Clang. 1st shot. "I felt the wind get harder, I aimed 4 and a half of the dot things, Mike". My buddy and I were humbled.

Edit: the blade was hanging vertical
 
We were at camp & my hunting buddy had brought a friend. They has screwed a snuff lid to a tree about 25 yards away from the deck & had shot probably 100 rds ea with my 22 auto pistol while I was working on the sauna. I came out to get something, picked up the pistol fired one shot which drove the screw into the tree & the lid fell down. I laid it down & went back to work. I couldn't do it again for a million bucks.
 
We were shooting steal over a small canyon I was the shooter and a friend was the spotter I was shooting at the 830 meter target with my 308 M-24 and a pigeon just burst into the bullet path I didn't see the hit but my friend swears that the pigeon exploded into a red mist from the
 
I don't know if you could call it crazy, the parties involved didn't think so.

A kid got bit by a stray shepherd. Animal control and neighbors had spent 3 days trying to find the critter. Finely the doctor said if the dog wasn't caught by midnight the kid would have to go through a series of painful rabies shots. It was getting late and there wasn't much daylight left.

This was the Sand Lake Area of Anchorage. I was working patrol down town, and I also was a LE Sniper. I was having coffee with a Cop/Guard buddy of mine, and graduate of my sniper school (who now is the Adj Gen for the AK NG).

Anyway I got a call from the patrol LT telling me to go get the dog. I took the rifle out of the trunk and put it in the front seat to check and make sure there was no moisture on the lenses and headed to the seen.

I arrived to find a large group of people standing around and started to call dispatch for the last location where the dog was seen. Just then I saw it running along a bank across a gravel pit about 240 yards away. It was nearing an opening and I barely had time to shut off the car and stick the snout of my rifle (M-700 BDV Varmit, in 223, using M-193 ball) out the window and shot the dog. It did a double summersault off the bank into the snow.

The crowd started cheering like I really accomplished something (it wasn't that difficult of a shot). The animal control officer came up to the car and asked if I was going to retrieve the dog. I looked at the deep snow on the gravel pit and said, "nope, I was just told to shoot it". He gave me a dirty look as I drove off.

The dog wasn't rabid and the kid didn't have to get the shots.
 
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I had a couple friends on my boat one day and we were drinking beer and bow fishing for carp/gar. We were near a marina where there are usually a fair amount of ducks that people feed. I spotted a carp and drew back to shoot. I did not know that a mallard was about to land near us and at the moment I release, that damned duck flew right in and was landing where I fired. That arrow hit him square in the ass and he took off. If you want to know what it looked like, picture one of those old toy airplanes on a string that flew around in circles and that is what that duck did until I reeled it in and put it out of it's misery. My buddies were going wild and several folks on nearby houseboats were standing there watching dumb struck by the spectical. It was the wildest thing I have ever seen.
 
I had a couple friends on my boat one day and we were drinking beer and bow fishing for carp/gar. We were near a marina where there are usually a fair amount of ducks that people feed. I spotted a carp and drew back to shoot. I did not know that a mallard was about to land near us and at the moment I release, that damned duck flew right in and was landing where I fired. That arrow hit him square in the ass and he took off. If you want to know what it looked like, picture one of those old toy airplanes on a string that flew around in circles and that is what that duck did until I reeled it in and put it out of it's misery. My buddies were going wild and several folks on nearby houseboats were standing there watching dumb struck by the spectical. It was the wildest thing I have ever seen.

Poor Mallard.... But DAMN if that isn't one of the funniest stories i've heard :D


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One time I took a baseball bat and hit a basketball a full court length away from the other hoop to get nothing but net. It was on the first try, I have a witness but it was like 15 yeas ago, he may have forgotten.
 
Shooting in the desert a few years ago with a buddy of mine we decided to have a contest to see who could hit a golf ball on a tee at 50 yards and leave the tee intact.
This was shooting a 7" 44 magnum revolver. I must say that I never mix alcohol and shooting and my Bud had put his guns away and was done shooting so he had 2 beers before we were to leave. I shot three rounds and blew the tee and the ball away. Bud loads one round.........aims.......waits, and then looks at me and says five bucks???? Of course I said go for it. He blew the ball into dust and the tee was untouched. He said that was the first time he shot the 44 in four or five years.

I miss that 5 bucks.
 
My buddy's grandpa was combining a wheat field once and there was a little buck laying out there about 60 yards away. He stepped out of the cab and chucked a ball-peen hammer, hitting it in the back of the head and killing it! Later, when they dressed it out, they found a .22 bullet lodged in the spine. The deer had apparently taken a bullet, ran out into the field, layed down, and then layed there paralysed from the neck down, and that's why it didn't run when the combine was so close.

My dad also has a friend we go bird hunting with. Hell of a shot with the scattergun. Well, he got a new shotgun, threw a couple shells into it in his backyard like, and fired randomly into the sky just to see what his new gun felt like. He said the thud the dove made hitting the ground bout scared him shitless!

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I had my 6.5x47 bbl turned down to .750 at mzl so I could mount my PNW/Mo`s Match sight set,,I already had solid dope for the 130 VLD and it is 27.5 MOA at 1,000 yards from 100 yard zero,,I put the sights on and zeroed on an NRA 100 yard smallbore target ,,I dropped the front sight 25 MOA and raised the rear sight 2.5 MOA and shot one shot at 30 inch round plate at 1,000 yards and my spotter said it was dead center,,I moved over and fired 1 shot on the 15 inch round gong and he said it was dead center,,then I moved over to the 10 inch round gong and sent 3 shots and they were in a group dead center about 3 inches,,

5 shots at 1000 if on the same target would have been less than 5 inches,,,,dude spotting said I cheated because I had a .5 Diopter lens in the front sight,,

those sights track better than any NF scope I ever used,,

rifle and sights for those 5 shots in a row,,




 
During a local club match I had to engage a 600 yd target from 3 positions, 2 shots per. On the next to the last shot I hit a bolt hole off a roof-top simulator and took out one of the chains. The target was now hanging knife-edged to my position. Rather than call target down I took the shot anyway and punched it on the edge. Ended up cleaning that stage and finished 2nd overall.

I also took a shot at a squirrel sitting 33 yards away with my .17 pellet gun and hit him right through the eye socket. I was damn proud of that one.
 
I have two hunting shots I'm proud of that my old man witnessed. Shot 4 small hogs with my M98 sporter in .257 Roberts and sprinted 100 or so yards up a hill after the fifth hog. By the time I got to the top he was tearing across the other side of a small valley 120yds away. Last round and out of breath, I steadied and waited for him to cross in front of a log as he was on the horizon in a risky spot. Bullet took his brains out and deposited them on the log, capturing the bullet in the wood too.

Other shot was with an old savage .22 with a suppressor, iron sights and subsonic ammo. Saw a crow land on the top branch of an old dead tree about 200yds away. Jumped out of the truck and took an off hand snap shot; the only sound was the click of the firing pin, the whistle of the bullet and the thud of the result. He was stone dead before he hit the ground.

I'd say most here have shot enough .22 HV and subsonic you end up just being able to instinctively 'feel' the holdover.
 
We still talk about "The Shot", almost caught on camera. ;) Buddy and I at my favorite rock pit. Sat up some balloons (bout 6") at 800 yds on the money. Tied 2 balloons to some alders as final wind indicators, they were useless damn near due to the thermals and circling wind at the base of the pit. The big rock with white on it on the bottom left of the screen you can see the popped balloon swinging around still on it. We had my 25-06 with 115 gr Bergers, My 7MM with 168 Bergers, and his 300WM with some 168 Bergers I loaded up he wanted to try. Usually load him 210's but anyhow he wanted to try'm and they shoot great. Anyhow I just wanted to verify my 25-06 real quick and shot the top left balloon, pop. Came down to the next one on the left and pow pop. I had been watching the balloon in the alder to the left and it would blow, come up to 9 o'clock and hold for just a second then drop back down. Told my buddy "I think I can shoot that floating balloon on the fly". How the first one missed I don't know but the 2nd one hammered it and we were both like "should of had the camera rolling". Should have sold him that gun right then and there. :p



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I was shooting in a light drizzle at the steel chickens at 200M on the steel range after a long range match. I was getting bored shooting them in the head and tail to rock them off and decided to try the pigs at 300M. Couldn't hear the impacts but I could see the splatter on the black paint. Couple buddies drove up and were laughing at me when I told them I was shooting at the pigs with a 22. Next shot I hit it, we heard the tink of the bullet and it fell over as if in slow motion. They were amazed and I stopped at that point as I knew I wasn't going to be able to duplicate it. That target must have been teetering on the edge of the rail to fall over.
 
I was probably 10 or 11. I had a hand pump single shot crossman .177 pellet gun. There was a starling sitting atop a 50ft maple that sits by my parents house. I didn't aim, nor focus, nor look even down the barrel priror to sending the pellet, I simply raised as if in a quick draw and yanked trigger. Sure a shit that bird came hurtling down that tree landing near me until it bled out on the grass. I felt really bad about it actually. I remember it plain as day. Weird how clear the recount is in my head.....I'm not even a good shot, it was plain dumb luck I guess....
 
When I was 22, my cousin took me out deer hunting for the first time. In the morning, we go out and do a push with a group of about eight guys split up into teams of two. No one sees any activity, and we pack it in around 8am. On the way back to the vehicles, we get a call over the radio that one of the groups down the hill from us sees a lone deer on the next ridge over. They figured the distance was around 400 yards and none of them felt comfortable taking a clean shot at that distance with their 30-30's.

My cousin and I are near the top of the opposite ridge heading back to the truck when we get the radio call. We look across the valley and get a visual. The LRF comes back with 580 yards. I'm carrying a 300WM, but it was a borrowed rifle that I didn't have a lot of trigger time on, so I was hesitant to go for it at that range. About 100 yards away, nestled comfortably in the back of my cousin's truck, is his 50 BMG. We both look at each other and instantly get the same idea.

We take off up the hill in a full sprint and reach the truck a minute or two later. I pull the 50 out, deploy the bipod, and drop in behind it while my cousin starts furiously entering data into the calculator. As I get the glass on target, I see the deer starting to get up and move towards the tree line. My cousin spits out a firing solution; something in the neighborhood of 3mil (30 clicks) of elevation. I crank the turret up to 3.0, come back on target, track slightly ahead, and break the shot.

After what seemed like an eternity - just enough time for us both to think I had missed completely - we see a blast of dirt behind the deer as it literally lifts off of the ground and somersaults onto its back. We both stare at each other in disbelief, as the realization sinks in that I just took my first deer... at almost 600 yards... with a 50 BMG.

We jumped in the truck and drove down across the valley and up the other ridge to recover the kill. When we got there, we discovered that I had somehow managed to land a perfectly clean shot, right in one shoulder and out through the back of the other. Almost no meat was lost and after we field dressed it and got it back to the cabin, we were able to pull two full coolers of damned good venison off of it.
 
That's awesome, you guys telling your pellet gun shots when you were a kid!

Luckiest shot ever for me was with a old 60's vintage Diana break barrel pellet gun when I was boy. 100 and something yards, Tweety at tip top of dead tree, aimed 3 feet high or so, and downed the terrorist with a head shot!!!

Funniest shot was a shot I witnessed my boyhood friend make on a woodpecker. You know how one of these birds will take a big swipe of their wing and gain a couple feet of altitude each time. Well this one was on the ground when it flew off did 3-4 wing beats, friend hits it with a pellet at 25Y or so and the woodpecker did the exact opposite, it lost a couple feet with each wing beat and crash landed, lol.
 
12-13 years old with a lever action 30-30. I had been deer hunting 100 times and never seen a thing. So I go down into a field on the farm I lived on and lean up against a tree about 50 yards from some planted pines. I sat until it was almost dark and to my surprise a deer comes walking by probably 40 yards away. I go into full panic mode with my heart beating out of my chest. I raise up and let one go. The deer takes off full speed and I unload 5 more like John Wayne himself..Lever, bam, lever, bam, lever, bam, lever, bam, lever, bam...... All goes quiet. I looked for the deer for hours in the dark with no sign of anything. The next day I go out with my older brother and he asks where the deer was on the first shot. I go to the spot I was and point. He walks over and finds the deer laying 30 feet away with 6 holes in the shoulder. I felt terrible and never deer hunted again....
 
It was probably "67. I had just bought a new BHP and was out with a friend wandering through sagebrush shooting "targets of opportunity". A rabbit gets up maybe ten yards away. Without any conscious thought, I thumbed off the safety and fired from the hip. Dead rabbit, the round went right between his ears and took off the top of his skull. A lucky shot and a very unlucky rabbit.

Moving forward about ten years I'm hunting blacktail in OR with some friends. We were driving across a hillside of slash about fifty yards apart and the guy below me yells that a doe is running up the hill from below me. I looked up and she appeared to my left at about seventy yards and jumped a section of log about two feet in diameter. I mounted, swung, fired (mod.94) and she disappeared. We moved through the slash to the log and she was piled up on the other side. DRT head shot.
 
I once lined up some shotgun shells at 100 yards in a foam bow target that I had shot out with broad heads.
Lined the shells up so I could aim for primers and make the shells go off. Went 4 for 4! Was shooting a GAP Crusader.308 with 44.5 varget and a 175 smk. It literally half assed made the shells go off. Damn how I miss the rifle!
 

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I was out with a friend one time a couple years ago shooting steel. He always poked fun at my .223 bolt action rifles and called them pee shooters that couldn't hit anything past 100 yards. He had not seen me shoot my 75 Amax's going over 2,900 FPS at long distance. He put a 6 inch shoot'n'see sticker on the middle of a steel gong at 650 yards and bet me a coke I couldn't hit anywhere on the 6 inch target on my cold bore shot. In the center of the 6 inch sticker there was a one inch round red dot. My first shot hit dead center in the middle of the 1 inch red dot. He pulled his head away from his spotting scope and looked at me like he had just seen a ghost. Hahaha. I never admitted it but that shot was 99% luck and I had doubts that I would even hit the 6 inch sticker.
 
Few years back some friends and I were shooting at soup cans with his new .22. We had it out at about 150 yards and decided we should try and hit it with a pistol... I got lucky on shot 2. LOL CZ 75BD, 9mm. Standing, typical 2-hand grip, iron sights. Total luck, it was a week old gun and only shot it once before.
 
2 Typical rookies on the department.... think they are hot shit and love to call me "old man." One day on the range they try to assert their greatness in front of everyone by challenging me to a shoot. Now, my eyes are not what they used to be, and i figured I'd probably lose, but moral was slipping bad in the department. And as the division commander, i needed a way to lift some spirits. So i turned it into a friendly wager/game. All 12 officers (me included) get to shoot 1 shot at a 8 1/2" x 11" piece of paper with a 1" square in the middle at 30 yards. Closest to the square gets lunch paid for by the two rookies. Everyone was in!

Finally, I'm last to shoot. With a few rounds on the paper, but none in the square, i somehow put my round dead center in the square. The ribbing these guys took was priceless! The combination of humble pie and ribbing got my folks communicating again. The rookies vowed to figure out how i cheated. Ha!

That was the best damn McDonalds I've ever had!

I did learn a valuable lesson that day from the rookies. I should have specified where the lunch would be. I guess this old dog can learn a new trick, but of course I didn't let the rookies know that.
 
Went 5/5 on the small 1.25" diamond spinner you can get from any walmart at 225 yards with a 22LR last week in 7-10mph wind.

We had an insane shot thread on the original Hide, but my post was I think the only post I've ever had deleted from the forum, ever. Is it still verboten to talk about crazy shots where the targets aren't steel plates, paper, or animals?
 
A buddy of mine shot a crow with A savage Mark ii 22, iron sights, standing up, at about 175 yards. His brother and I were trying to sneak up on it through the irrigation ditch and he just walks out in the open and shoots it, haha. New respect for him that day.

Most amazing one I probably did was hitting a pumpkin cold bore at 700 yards with a R700 SPS Varmint 308 in the cheap tupperware stock, Winchester Super X 150gr cheap hunting ammo, and a Barska 6-24 up top. I did Kentucky windage for the elevation too by measuring off a telephone pole in the field. It's more ridiculous looking back at it right now considering how much I have learned about shooting since then.
 
I have a 300 yd range in my backyard. My buddy buys a new rifle and scope to hunt coyotes. He asked me if I would work up a load for him. I get a load worked up and dialed in. After he gets off work he stops at my house to pick the rifle up and shoot it a few times.
He is sitting at my bench getting ready to shoot at the 100 yard target when a beaver walks up on the range and stands up on his back legs right in front of the target.
My buddy puts the crosshairs right on the beavers teeth and pulls the trigger. He blew the beavers head clean off.
A few years later I’m checking the zero on my 264 Win Mag at my range. I’m shooting 140 grain Accubond at 3000 FPS. A raccoon walks on the range and turns his ass towards me. I put the crosshairs right on his bung hole and fired. A huge red mist cloud!
 
Was target shooting .22s with my wife. A fox walked out of the corn field by the target and sat down at the base of the stand facing us. She wouldn't shoot it, so I took her rifle and head shot it. Couldn't find a bullet hole but his head was basically mush. When I picked him up, blood trickled from the left nostril. It's the only place I can figure the bullet went.

Nastiest shot was crawling in a soybean field for about 200 yards to push the barrel of a .243 within 6 inches of a groundhog. You've seen those videos of watermelon being shot and exploding? Yeah, except that wasn't watermelon I got splattered with.
 
Several years ago I shoo a doe her front leg is is dancing around by the hide almost completely severed . Fresh powder about 8 inches, hunting nyc land on the Pepaction Reservoir I follow the blood trail 1/mile as I break the tree line I see her sitting on the shore line....... She gets up and gets in the water and starts doing the ESTER WILLIAMS, WITH 3 LEGS starts swimming to the far shore line maybe 1 mile away. I'm like amazed as her head gets smaller and smaller I think of mother nature, how resilient she can be. Fish food or coyote food for sure.
 
I was about to post damn near the same thing. Scoped Beeman .177 though but zero chance of every being able to do that 2x. Couldnt see it in the scope as I swung through and led it.
 
I once put 3/3 rounds into a soda can at 450 yards with a bone stock FN FAL using iron sights. I thought I missed the first two shots then the third knocked the can off the perch. Upon retrieval of the can, all 3 shots verified. This was using Radway Green surplus ammo.
 
Best shot i ever made was with a daisy bb gun i had put thousands of rounds through. The sights weren't true but i could kentucky windage the shit out of them. Took it with me to college and would shoot random junk off the balcony of our apartment from the kitchen. One day my roommates and i were playing around with the daisy, and we also happened to have some firecrackers. Lit the fuse on one (not the fuses that you can't hardly let go of before they go boom) and sat it on the balcony rail. Walked into the kitchen with the daisy, quickly lined up the sights slightly off target, and squeezed the long, heavy, gritty trigger. Knocked it off the rail before it went boom. Don't think i could ever do it again.
 
I have a bad tendency to close my bolt before getting my cheek weld and eye on the scope..

So 2 year ago at one of the last K&M Sniper Matches I attended we was on the first stage of the day, the tires where you shoot 2 shots through the tires prone, then 2 on top, 2 on top, then lastly 2 shots prone again at 400+/- yards.

I was one of the first shooters so of course I was like "fuck I gotta make a showing" and not be the first screw up. So I shot my first two, got up on top of the tire, closed my bolt a little too hard apparently before putting my cheek down, and no scoped a hit on the target.

Rifle was down range, bullet went down range, RO looked at me while everyone was laughing after saying IMPACT, and says, "Ahh, fuck it, I didnt see you do it, keep going".

Best day ever.
 
Watched a round that was a low shot enter into the left thigh (target was sideways, walking, left side towards us) and then the target instantly goes lights out/sack of potatos/ full stop fall forward.

Found out what happened when we joined up with a group satellite patrolling that was pushing through the area and saw that the round entered the thigh at a downward angle, punched through, hit the rock wall 2 feet behind, ricocheted upwards and hit the target in the right upper skull near the temple.
 
I had a 100 yard 10 shot about 1 MOA with one bullet sideways through the target. Perfect side profile of a 55g dogtown bullet.

I was shooting over a flooded range with a bunch of big dragon flies flying around, only thing I could figure is it must have hit one on the way to the target. It was the only group I had hanging up. I noticed it had fallen a couple months ago, I looked behind my desk, but it wasn't there. It must have went behind the safe, or maybe I tossed it when we moved and forgot. I thought it was taped to powder chart for my Loadmaster. Who knows. Maybe I can dig up a picture.
 
I had never shot anything bigger than a 22 rifle. All of my trigger time was on a .177 Crossman bb gun that I got when I was 14. When I got married my father in law invited me deer hunting. I borrowed a semi auto 30-06 rifle from the 70s, and unknown ammunition. I shot 1 or more deer every year with only 1 shot on each kill. Best shot was me 25 feet up in a tree stand with 30-40 mph winds, snowing, below zero temperature, my body was shivering uncontrollably I was so cold. The tree was swaying all over. 2 does and a buck ran across a firing lane 385 yards away. I stood up and turned 90 degrees, pulled up the rifle, found the buck and squeezed off a freehand shot all in 2 seconds. The buck dropped on the spot. The shot severed the spine on entry and exited through the heart. He was jumping over a tree at the edge of the woods running. I knew nothing of ballistics at the time. All the skill I had developed was from tracking and shooting barn Swallows in flight as a kid with that cheap Crossman bb gun.