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What's your best "accidental good shot"

Bartow county, 1999, sitting with a preacher in a ground blind. Several does came out about 80 yds. Preacher was to get first shot. He said he was shaking too much and asked me to take one. Steadied up on the biggest one broadside, just as I turned the safety off another doe came up on the other side,they were mirror images. I whispered "I can do this". Squeezed off slowly, dropped both with one shot. Examining both afterwards there were 4 holes, nary a one larger than the circumference of my 100 grain 25-06 round. Meant to take the shot but never thought it would miss every rib. Preacher thought it was a miracle...lol!
 
not mine but at an local club IPSC match sometime in the mid 90's a guy was running a course and from the berm down tumbled a rat, it had been shot while the guy was shooting at a popper (which he missed unfortunately for the rat). Rat was wounded and the shooter was allowed to finish him off with a kill shot. Funny thing is the name of the club is (or was) Fort Myers River Rats!!
 
I once used a crossbow pistol on squirrels that were nesting in my attic.

I shot one in the mouth while running up a tree. He lived and chewed the arrow in half. I left him alone out of respect.

I shot another through the next and he got caught in the chain link fence trying to go through a hole. Funniest thing I've seen a squirrel do! I finished him off at close range though.
 
Three shots from a bolt action Savage .22 from about 70 yards as fast as I could work the bolt. Bambambam. Called it the "Oswald" drill.
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when I was younger, about 11, me and a cousin were walking down the road and there was robins flying everywhere. I picked up a chunk of asphalt and threw at one overhead and missed, predictably. The asphalt passed the robin and kept going up and the robin landed in a yard and the asphalt came down and killed him dead.

Not a good shot but odd. Me and a buddy were duck hunting and two mergansers came in. I shot one and they kept going. I said there is no way I completely missed that bird. They almost went out of sight and circled and were coming back and when they got back to the pond the male felt out dead as a hammer. I still have no idea how that happened.
 
Out with a buddy when I lived in Colorado, we were going to look for some cotton tails. Anyway a snowshoe rabbit jumped from behind a rock and took off, I swung my .22 mag rifle up and nailed him right above the tail, fillet of rabbit took out the spine,all the ribs right up to the base of the skull. Picked him up let the guts fall to the ground all that remained was the leg bones. Million in one shot.
 
I've had several "Luck" shots... I was with a friend when I was 13-14 we were "hunting" (more like looking for anything that moved). He had the gun, a .22 (I don't even remember the make and model). We were walking along a fence row and a yellow hammer wood pecker flew right over us and landed about 100 yards from us on a dead pine. My friend and I worked out a 3 shot deal, he gets 3 shots then I get 3 shots. He shoots 3 times to no avail. I then tell him let me show you how its done. I proceed to take his rifle, aim then shoot once - the yellow hammer falls to the ground! My friend wouldn't let me shoot anything else the rest of the day.

The next one I remember - A friend and I were squirrel hunting with .22's and not doing to well. We were walking back to the house when we were walking through a peanut field. A couple of doves got up out of the field and started flying off. We both had semi-auto .22's mine a nylon 66 mohawk brown his a sears .22. We both threw up to shoot - his .22 jammed and I shot 3 or 4 times and hit a dove flying away from me about 50 - 75 yards!

Then there was the time I shot a mouse with a blow dart gun!
 
After a few weeks of my trash can getting raided by what I thought was a dog, I put a pellet gun by the back door. I finally heard it and grabbed the gun and opened the door. It was a stray cay and it took off toward the wood line while I was pumping it up. It hit the woods and turned right. It made it about 200 feet away and I hit it in the head during a full run.
I didn't kill it. It spun around twice, got up and kept running. I never saw it in my yard again.
I shot it with a 20 dollar Walmart rifle, leading it and holding over about 8 feet. I couldn't do that again with 1000 more tries.
 
I was 7 or 8yrs old with my big brother and his best friend. They were shooting pellet guns but wouldn't let me (to young big brother BS). They both shot at a squirrel and both missed. I picked up a rock about the size of a soft ball an threw it but it was too heavy for me. It went about half way hit the ground, bounces a few times and then took a high hop bounce and hit the squirrel on the tree about 6' off the ground. It broke its back and it fell straight to the ground. They shot it a few times in the head while they were sayin stuff like "he doesn't need a gun to squirrel hunt" I was very proud of my accidental hit. 1 in a million and wasn't really even tryin to hit it. Honestly I don't even know why I threw it

my hand to GOD that's a true story
 
Ok, now mine seems really lame. Did I mention that I was with my uh wife.... Morgan Fairchild...... Whom I've seen naked..... Yeah, that's the ticket....
 
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