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What's your best "accidental good shot"

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A doe in my buddie's grandma's back 40 when I was 15 or 16, summer before my sophomore year in HS. We were plinking with a Marlin 60 .22 rifle. This idiot deer walks calmly out of the bushes into the clear, toward live gunfire. My buddy handed me the rifle and just said shoot it. Neither he nor I really thought I would hit the thing, as we were maybe 65yds-70yds out, and we weren't exactly crack shots at the time (I'm still not). I shot offhand and friggin' nailed it in the base of the neck and it just dropped like a rock, no one was more surprised than me.

We called another friend to come clean it and about 3/4 of the way through, he pierced the stomach and a 15' radius around the carcass smelled like the county fair. It was pretty janky. Of the good meat we got off before the stomach was pierced, we froze some and barbecued the backstrap.

I probably broke about 50 fish and game laws that day, just not knowing any better. When daily doubles rolled around, and some idiot let the story leak to our linebackers coach (who was an avid and ethical hunter), I had some bear crawl gassers to do.
 
I have two.
The first was duck hunting over 30 years ago when I saw a bufflehead flying about three feet above the water at around 140 yards away. I hadn't seen anything all day. I put the 870 to my shoulder and pulled the trigger and the duck foalded like it had hit a wall. Only two #4 pellets had hit him.

The second was with a wrist rocket, a english bulldog from the neighborhood would take a dump in my yard everyday. I bought a wrist rocket and some 25cal steel balls and started shooting it. One day I saw him coming down the road and I got ready.
He got set to do his business with hip butt turned to me at about 20 yards away. I took aim and let go. The ball hit him dead in the sack. Have you ever seen a bulldog run with his back legs in the air? He never stopped in my yard again.


HAHAHA I did the same thing sortof. I had a female black lab in heat (thought I still had time to get her fixed but she was an early bloomer)...I came home for lunch and saw a chow trying to dig under her fence. I yelled at him. He turned and gave me a courtesy glance but obviously wasn't too intimidated by me and just went right back to digging while she was tail wagging and eagerly awaiting on the other side of the fence. So I went inside and got a pellet rifle..was going to pop him in the butt but those dangling testicles in the scope were just too inviting of a target...plus I figured with his nuts hurting, he wouldn't have sex on his mind for awhile. So...POP YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW Dog screamed like a man and ran across the back yard dragging his back legs stiff behind him...took him awhile to get across the yard like that which gave me time to reload and pop him in the backside as he went by. He used his back legs then and picked up the pace. About 3 weeks later I spotted him walking down the street while I was sitting on the front porch. I clapped my hands once loudly and he hauled ass!...guess he learned to get intimidated.

Once while squirrel hunting I stood at the bottom of a tree and shot straight up along the trunk and hit a squirrel in the open mouth with a .22 lr...The squirrel looked like a paratrooper right before the shoot opens with his intestines blown out his back end. Half way down, his intestine hit a tree limb and snagged it pulling them the rest of the way out. He ended up dangling like a bungee jumper face to face with me at eye level by about 10 or 12 feet of stretched out guts. Made cleaning him a little easier. I took the same shot at one in a tall poplar tree several years later..missed the squirrel but apparently hit a tiny twig holding a giant hornets nest I didn't know was up there ...which came crashing down...I caught it like a wide receiver over my shoulder and thanked God it was the middle of winter.
 
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There was one time many years ago when I was in the deerstand. 600 yards away a beautiful 14 point Buck walked out. I took aim with my trusty red Ryder bb gun, but couldn't see him clearly. Right then a giant hawk **** on me and flew off, so I shot him. He glided 600 yards down and thwack! Hit the Buck right in the head. Apparently the Buck still had some fight in him and ran 200 yards into a 500lb boar and stuck him with his horns, the boar hauled ass for about 5 yards and trampled a 40lb Turkey with a whopping 20"beard. As I sat there mesmorized, I heard some strange cracking sounds, and my deer stand fell 20 feet down, right on top of a 900lb black bear. Quickly I ran like the wind to get the truck and load em up, but on my way back a monster black panther ran right into the truck. So with one bullet I killed a hawk, a deer, a boar, a Turkey, then fell on a black bear and ran right over a black panther.. Would post pics but the game warden accused me of poaching and confiscated my truck, the animals, my gun and camera :(
 
Meat, your story was believable till you got to the black panther part. Ain't no such thing! Had to either be a jaguar or a leopard (only 2 big cats that are found in black)
 
Meat, your story was believable till you got to the black panther part. Ain't no such thing! Had to either be a jaguar or a leopard (only 2 big cats that are found in black)


I never said the black panther was a cat, I just said I ran over a black panther..
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