Bc1992
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Killed a hog at 220 yards with my 12 gauge and 00 buck. Definitely more luck than skill but it was cool.
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I was thinking the same and I'll just call those shots luck and they were dumb enough that I don't really talk about em.No offense meant to anyone but should we be calling these our “best” shots? Luckiest shot? Or shot I probably shouldn’t have taken but turned out great?
Edit: maybe I’m being too uptight but the amount of wounding that I’m aware of since the beginning of Montana rifle has been intense this year.
Couple dozen onlookers and right off the highway?!? I think I’ve been in that unit….At work responding to an injured deer complaint. Arrived to see the deer with a broken leg. Couple dozen onlookers along a busy highway. Deer started running right to left at 250 yards. Folded her with .243 100 gr. partition . At work responding to an injured moose on I-89. Arrived to find a bull with a broken leg running back and forth across north bound and south bound lanes. Finally got a chance at a safe shot as he was running flat out across the median with a ledge behind him. Again. Dozens of onlookers and a high school kid doing a ride- along with me. Folded the bull cleanly with the .243 with 100 gr. Partitions.
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.No offense meant to anyone but should we be calling these our “best” shots? Luckiest shot? Or shot I probably shouldn’t have taken but turned out great?
Edit: maybe I’m being too uptight but the amount of wounding that I’m aware of since the beginning of Montana rifle has been intense this year.
60% of the time it works all the time!You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
So were you offhand aiming for a mouth shot from 125 yards out or were you aiming for the vitals and your shot about 2-3' from where you were aiming? I'm either not impressed with your decision making, your shooting skills, or most likely, I'm not impressed with either.I am not really that good of a shot, however, I think this one might be in the running for one of the best free hand shots EVER!!
You’re just lucky they weren’t otters. Not stopping those with a 22So there I was in Colorado's rodentia infested backcountry. At least 6 miles deep, no inReach or nuthin. While climbing to a 12,500 ft mountain pass, I was ambushed by two whistle pigs. The first one charged at me full speed, leaping across scree like a cheetah chasing down a gazelle, its incisors gnashing at air and frothing at the mouth, pining for the sweet taste of human flesh. I stumbled backwards, raising my grandpappy's 22LR, and fired wildly one handed in panic. The furry mound came to a screeching stop not two inches from my toes.
I had nary a second to breath a sigh of relief when another furious Marmota flaviventris specimen leapt from my left out of a nearby alpine spruce. Herbivores my ass! These little SOBs were out for one thing and one thing only. Blood. My subsonic 22LR rang out once more, echoing lightly off the surrounding red shale cliffs. Another lifeless fur ball piled up at my feet. Lucky? Maybe. Greatest shot(s) of my life? Definitely.
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This is pure gold. Short, sweet, Capstick-esque with echos of @neffa3 ‘s classic HT saga. 10/10.So there I was in Colorado's rodentia infested backcountry. At least 6 miles deep, no inReach or nuthin. While climbing to a 12,500 ft mountain pass, I was ambushed by two whistle pigs. The first one charged at me full speed, leaping across scree like a cheetah chasing down a gazelle, its incisors gnashing at air and frothing at the mouth, pining for the sweet taste of human flesh. I stumbled backwards, raising my grandpappy's 22LR, and fired wildly one handed in panic. The furry mound came to a screeching stop not two inches from my toes.
I had nary a second to breath a sigh of relief when another furious Marmota flaviventris specimen leapt from my left out of a nearby alpine spruce. Herbivores my ass! These little SOBs were out for one thing and one thing only. Blood. My subsonic 22LR rang out once more, echoing lightly off the surrounding red shale cliffs. Another lifeless fur ball piled up at my feet. Lucky? Maybe. Greatest shot(s) of my life? Definitely.
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