Shots remembered...

[whiskeytangofoxtrot]

I'll never forget when I got a perfect score shooting a 100-700yd known distance course at the Badlands in Oklahoma. I ended up beating 10 or so other ex-military and LE guys.

The instructors couldn't believe it since I had never shot past 200yds. being in Indiana.

[Bigum1969]

At this stage of my shooting, I'm glad to hit the scoring circle of my target at 100 yards with my Sig556. I'm definitely getting better but need more practice.

[Coach]

My first center fire pistol was a Star 9mm that had been rode hard and abused and then put away wet. I was sitting on a hill with my brother looking for something to shoot. This was 15-16 years ago. A sparrow landed in a multi-floral rose bush about 50 yards away. I laid back and place the gun between my knees, giving me a very solid position. The first shot took the branch the bird was on out. It jumped about six inches to another branch and the second shot resulted in a puff of feathers as the bird disappeared into pieces. My brother even had to admit it was pretty impressive.

[indyjoe]

Originally Posted by Bigum1969

At this stage of my shooting, I'm glad to hit the scoring circle of my target at 100 yards with my Sig556. I'm definitely getting better but need more practice.

Nah, it is the Sig that needs training. Let me borrow it for a couple months and I'll train it for you. My only price is a couple cases of 5.56.

[PhantomJ]

Long story fun shot

In 2001 I was stationed on a ship at Norfolk Naval Base, I lived nearby in the Virginia Beach area. I had no guns of my own in Virginia, due to livig on and off ship and Virginia handgun law being a PITA. My buddy Joe bought a Glock 17 from a local VA Beach Pawn/gun shop. With the purchase of any gun from the shop you got an automatic membership to their range for a year. One Saturday shortly after he got his Glock, he invited my wife and I to accompany him to the range as guests. The gun portion was was the upper story of small two story shop and had a 4 lane pistol range in the shop. The range had a gun rental system/scheme where for 5 dollars you could rent any gun in the case one at a time and change as often as you wanted. The caveat being you had to shoot ammo bought from the shop. I paid my 5 bucks checked out a Colt 1911 paid for a box of .45 and headed around to the range. Being inside the store the range was very small, total length on the range was maybe 50 feet. Per Virginia law at the time, in order to be "threatened", the assailant had to be within 25 ft. So we set our targets at the max "threatened" distance and started to practice. After about half the box of .45 is gone I have a decent group in the 9 ring on a human sillouette and I had punched out the center x. Joe says "damn how often do you practice", I reply something to the effect of, "well this is the first time I've shot a pistol in 5 years, but I grew up on a farm shooting pretty often". Joe said he'd like to try the .45, so we traded weapons. I tried the Glock out for a couple shots, then just drained the mag at the target as fast as I could. My grouping, if it can even be called that, suffered. Joe burned up the rest of the .45 ammo, so Joe, the wife, and I were taking turns shooting on his target with the Glock. Joe took the .45 turned it in for a model 29 S&W 8 and 3/4'" Dirty Harry special. He starts shooting it, and it being a small indoor range, you can actually feel the shock wave of every shot going off. Joe says "Oh man you have to shoot this thing", I tell him I've shot one before and don't like the effect each shot is having on my ears through the hearing protection (muffs were leaking around the glasses earpieces). So a little bit of teasing about manliness and such later I agree to one shot, But the body of the target on my paper is all full of holes. So i say "how bout right between the eyes", Joe laughs, says "yeah right lets see it". I aim said hand cannon at paper target not very far away. BOOM!!!! One perfect clean hole dead center of the head. Joe turns to my wife, in smallish voice says. "Remind me to never, under any circumstances, piss him off if he is holding a gun"

BTW still have the paper, its tacked up in the garage!!

[obijohn]

years (and years, hehe) ago, an leo friend of mine and i were out shooting some drills. he was shooting a model 66 and i was shooting a ratty old 1911 that i had acquired in a trade. after listening to his telling me how accurate his revo was and how bad the 1911 is i'd had enough. some distance away, there was a metal insert from a hot food container on a t post way down range on the fringe of the firing lanes. he took several shots at it and missed. i holstered the 1911, drew and fired one shot hitting the insert. stepped off at 86 yds. he shut up and i quit shooting. i knew then and i know now that it was about 3% skill and 97% luck. he, to this day, is quite impressed with my skill and the 1911. shhh, don't tell.....

[indyjoe]

Originally Posted by obijohn

i knew then and i know now that it was about 3% skill and 97% luck. he, to this day, is quite impressed with my skill and the 1911. shhh, don't tell.....

That is exactly why you stop shooting after a shot like that and try not to look surprised.

[Coach]

Sometime around 1979 or 1980 we were at my cousins birthday party and he broke out the Red Rider, which he was not supposed to do. I dared him to shoot a light bulb out that hung on the outside of the barn. It was 75-80 yards. Roger shot once from the hip and the bulb twinkled down to the ground. There was loud cheering from the gaggle of friends and cousins. Then we noticed his dad standing there with the belt. Three whacks for having the BB gun out when he was not supposed to, and three more for the lightbulb was the fine. His dad let him off with one whack total in an effort to reward good marksmanship. It was a cool shot.

[rhino]

A couple of buddies and I were shooting .22s outside of Cayuga one time (actually outside of Eugene, but even fewer people know where that is than Cayuga). I'm not sure which of us saw it first, but there was huge wasp's nest in one of the trees.

We had .22s.

And there was a wasp's nest.

That was the last time I actually ran.

[mluker]

Holy Sh!t... you guys got mine beat, but here it goes. I was twelve years old and had never shot a gun before. My older cousin, who was 15 at the time, took me back to my grandparents gravel pit. This is where the whole family did their shooting. Nice tall hills for backstops all around the water. He threw a pop can out into the water and was showing me how to shoot a Marlin 22LR. He shot at the can with all ten rounds, hitting it about 4 times. He told me to see if I could do what he did. He loaded it up with ten rounds. I shot the first round shaking like a dog sh!tting peach pits, as it was my first time ever shooting. Of course I missed. He told me to relax and try it again. The next shot hit right in front of the can and popped it up in the air, and without thinking I shot at it again. That shot took the pop can right out of the air. I put the safety on and handed it back to him. He was standing there with the most blank look on his face. He unloaded the gun and we went back to the house. And to this day, 11 years after, he has not shot guns with me. Hmmm... think I oughta tell him it would have been a much better shot if I was actually aiming?