Me too Max Headroom, and its all fun until you upset one of the 'Five Protagonists'. Then you wonder why you bothered.
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Me too Max Headroom, and its all fun until you upset one of the 'Five Protagonists'. Then you wonder why you bothered.
Me and my co-worker got really competitive at shooting bunnies out the window of the landy. One day I told him to stop, I poked my shitty old 22 out the window the rabbit I saw hopped away before I pulled the trigger but further up the fence I saw this big bunny standing up I had a bullet up the spout so I thought what ta hell gave it a good metre holdover, shot it in the eye! Bullet didn't even exit there was no wound, my mate didn't say much for a while as he reckoned it had died of fright. Measured it a few days later 180m and about 30º uphill.
Plus many other successful well calculated shots. Plus lots of other well calculated shots that missed.
Had a plover lined up on my old 10 acres, Stirling semi, about 100 metres. Just as I let the shot go it’s mate ran in front of it a took the shot.
Night shooting with a farmer, he picked the head of a rabbit up at about 100 metres, shoulder the rifle and the farmer scoffed “ shit you’ll never hit that” straight thru the head dead. He looked at me and said he’d never doubt me again.
Shooting .22 on the Gladstone pistol club range on the old 70 metre range and a lone quail walked out under the cans, someone said shoot it, I took it’s head clean off, impressed the shit out of everybody!
Out on a Sunday drive as a young kid and my dad decides to shoot some rabbits with a Remington single shot target master .22 with open sights. Says he’d better sight it first, we were at the “Cliffs” out the back of Carterton. Leans on a fence post and aims at a kingfisher about 70 metres, took its head off, I was most impressed.
Walking across a paddock at Kaituna, just behind the old apiary, both with hammer shotguns, coming to the end of the pines, my mate decides to cock his hammers, greasy thumb slips and fires a barrel leaving a hole in the grass about a foot in front of me. I was not impressed! But we changed our habits on cocking hammer guns!
On the Monday after duck shooting opening weekend my girlfriend had said she wanted a turkey to roast. Me and the old man went looking for some turkeys, he took the 20gauge single barrel that she had been shooting with and I took my .223(more for 4 legged ones). As we came over the hill walking up on a mob of about a dozen they started to make a run for it down the hill, I brought the rifle up and he unleashed the 20gauge. 4 turkeys bit the dust with a single shot and I didn't even bother to fire. We sat there in the sun and plucked 1 each chatting away for a while, breasted the other two then made our way home for lunch.
Towards the end of duckshooting I took the cape rifle out, 1 barrel 16 gauge the other 9.3x58r two ducks lift off the river up boom, both hit the water. Retrieve them and start plucking, no pellet holes in the bodies, strange so I look elsewhere. One got a single pellet in the head and the other got one in the neck that broke its spine and one through the tip of the beak. Obviously having the hundred and twenty extra pellets is unnecessary.
Oh and if maca49 sees this no the rifle barrel still is yet to get on the board.
The first LV group I shot in competition at 100 yards at WBC14, (World Benchrest Champs) last November
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Smallest 5 shot group at 100 yards for the event from LV or HV out of 852 groups, I was very very lucky :)
Shot a swallow off a fence post at 50 metres with my old mans old open sight air rifle as a kid. Never expecting a hit.
Nailed a wild cat on the run at 100metres as a kid spotlighting with Dad and a 22lr too. Was most surprised.
Did your dada have a @Dundee special edition rangefinder?
.. Cripes if I wasn't off to work I would clog ur thread with stories. :P Good thread keep it up fullas and fullerets.
Was doing some long range practice with my 7RM and had 3 roos sitting side by side at 714yds with a reasonable cross wind 12/15mph unsure of windage required because of the 2 gullies in between I dialled what I thought and aimed at the middle roo. Because I didn't dial enough windage the left side roo collapsed. My mates who were with me call it as a miss because I didn't hit the middle one to which I replied go and tell that to the roo on the left!:thumbsup:
Shit i got some good footage on camera for you unbeleivables.Best two shots with my stirling was a drake flying off from the creek my brother witnessed it if he wants to take me to court. Another great shot was a bloody pigeon flying over head while I was checking the river level and I dropped that on the wing with the .22.As for my long distance varmint posts they weren't flukes and had the rangefinder calibrated from H&F.
Had a mate regale me with a tale of woe. He used to hunt a duck pond that was quite a walk from the house and you could not drive up without scaring everything off. So to walk up he went through a scrubby gully with his shotgun. There was on the odd occasion a deer floating round so he usually had a solid slug handy in a pocket "just in case." One day he thinks he hears a deer. He pops in the round and stalks up to check it out. Its a decent sized boar about 50 metres away. He lines it up and BOOM!!!! A loud angry boar takes off squealling like you never heard before....He dashes up to see whether there was blood to follow and alas it is a complete miss. Surprisingly when he gets the pond there are still a few ducks about. He felt sure they would have departed.....One flies across in front of him...he follows it and fires a single shot with the 12g....One duck explodes into a red mess of feathers and gore and falls in pieces from the sky as the solid slug hits it smack on centre.......He then realises that he hit the pig across the shield with #5 duck shot and understood the squeal. He is not sure if it was a "lucky" shot with the slug. .....The only thing he got that day was a story and a lesson.
Almost a hunting-story ; When I was 12-ish, my mate and I were staying at kohitere forest near Levin (holidays). We both had our single-shot .22s, cooey and BSA martini. This day, we 'borrowed' one of Uncle Rays home-brew beers. We picked a ratty-looking one from the very back, then proceeded to walk the entire way to the Tops. A bit shagged and hot at this stage, we opened the bottle and knocked it back, then promptly went to sleep . We woke feeling like shit, stashed the bottle, and made our way slowly back to the house. At breakfast the following morning, Ray looks at us, says "you boys forget something yesterday", turns and looks at the bench. There, is our empty bottle. We froze like deer in the spot-light, and he stands up and walks off...we never did figure out 'how', and it turned out it was stronger than wine, which was why it was so old.
Quit a few years back, I was stalking a pond wth my Dad he told me I can have a crack with the 20 guage (at this point I was only using a .410). Reluctantly I said yes. Two ducks flew off and my first ever sho with a 20 guage nailed one of them.
I don't have any hunting stories yet, in fact yet to fire the .270 at a moving target. I've only just started on firearms, but as a kid was mad keen on hunting and trapping. I had a 30lb fibreglass bow I mucked around with, but one summer (I think I was 11) I broke my arm and couldn't use it. Not to be deterred, I designed & made a pistol crossbow from the ribs of an old umbrella that fired bamboo skewers. It was pretty accurate on paper targets, but one day I lined up a waxeye on the birdfeeder about 15m away. Don't think I expected to hit it, but I did... had to break its neck and bury it in the garden. Felt so stink for ages, I barely touched the crossbow again. I still have it though, it reminds me to respect all life and pick my targets carefully!
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Pulled off a cracker shot today.Cruising up the track with the old faithful .22 Stirling 14p resting on the gun rack of the quad.A couple of seagulls were flying towards the neighbours lambing paddock. Stopped the quad loaded the Stirling and fired a shot bout 20 metres up at the moving gull.And it dropped to the ground with a thud.Had a witness too but unfortunately Bo doesn't talk he barks.Saved a few new born lambs today I reckon!:)
The first post in this thread reminds me of when I was a kid, when I was finally allowed an air rifle I was allowed to keep it in my room but in keeping with safe firearms use etc I had to ask dad when I wanted to take it out and let him know where I was going etc. One day I see some birds out my window sitting on the washing line so I got my rifle and poked it out the window and took a shot at one which was now on the ground in front of the main washing line pole, missed the bird, hit the pole and the projectile came straight back, smashed my window and hit me in the neck. Loss of air rifle privileges for a while after that!
Sit that sucks Ryan.I can recall borrowing my old mans .22brno before I was 16 shooting rabbits possums etc.Cruising down the road to the run off and the bloody sling broke,hit the road and fucked the scope.:(Never told him what happened but it never shot anything till he got a new scope!:D I still got that Brno today:thumbsup:
The old man always knows we just never give them the credit.
We shot our way through a box of .22 Hornet without Dad "knowing" and that was a box 50.
When we were first playing with it we locked the bolt shut couldn't figure out how to open it so just put it back.
He never said a thing.
You're not going to believe this one.......spotted a rabbit sitting up on top of a small hill in a paddock, ranged it at 327 metres, strong breeze blowing from left to right. Lifted the ancient single shot .22 with open sights, aimed carefully allowing for extreme range and windage...........missed it by a bloody mile!
I never take airgun pot shots at Maggie's anymore. These things have no luck. Twice I've taken extreme long range shots just to scare them and accidentally hit em in the head (one was 150m). Long way for a .177
Lined up on one spur winged plover with my 204.
About 120m away and put the crosshairs where the beak and eyes meet. Squeezed off and much to my sheer surprise I got 2 headshots with 1 round. Behind the first plover was a second one that was obscured by the first but had been standing a good 10m behind so I had identified my firing zone but that I couldn't see the second plover standing behind the first.
Probably the best fluke shot for me was at a wounded goat a mate had hit that ran across to a far ridge. He tried another couple of shots at it but kept missing.
I say get outta the way mate, lie down and gave the goat about a body height of elevation and little bit of wind and fired. Goat tipped over stone dead. Close to 500m with a 9x scope on the 270.
Not firearms related but years ago working in Montana I was walking across the yard at my boss' parents farm when I see a rabbit sitting 40m away. Picked up a rock, biffed it at rabbit and hit it straight in the side of the head. Instant kill.
My best fluke wasn’t a pot shot, but was certainly lucky. I took an aimed shot at muntjac doe from a high seat at about 25m, thinking I would take a second shot at her almost adult kid if I got the chance. At the shot the doe dropped and so did the kid 3-4m in front of her at about 70 degrees.
When processed I found a large piece of the jacket in the buck kid’s neck beside a broken spine. Seems the bullet struck the doe’s shoulder, broke up, and a fragment deflected off the shoulder blade.
.25-06 with 100 grain Nosler BT.
Well, a fluke of sorts. Mate and I walking up a track to a small flat terrace with a few rabbits on it. Both had single shot 22’s at the time.
Come up to shooting level and both shot. Got mine he says. No you didnt says me, I got mine, you missed. A dozen or so rabbits on the flat and we picked the same one. Skinned victim, with two holes in it.
That reminds me of a tale when Dad had worked in animal control back in the 50s(?) A group of 5 or so of the guys all got to a clearing and spotted a mob of deer feeding. Leader says "I'll knock over the stag, each of you take a hind from left to right' Lined up and shots rang out....One stag dropped and all of the hinds departed quick smart. Everyone of them had shot the stag- it had no chance....
pulled of one real fluke or was it just bloody accurate - was bull dozer driving back of Gisborne told boss after few months to stick his job worst boss ever had -anyway went up in evening to collect wages owed -stuck little brno .22 in car maybe a small goat for the pot on way home - got cheque told the prick if he had been a reasonable basterd would still be there and departed - dead end road with lots of scrub and bush either side on way out - came around a corner and a very big boar came up onto road in front of car - was not to concerned about the car and just trotted along in front - right I am going to have a go at you -pocked brno out the door and when he came to a left hand corner now or never try for shot back of head- bugger me he stopped turned side on and a .22 just above ear dead pig - no knife hell of a job getting him into back of little triumph herald estate- took him to Dads next day 230lb on hook - even better Dad made brawn from head - fluke to shoot it but that little brno would put everything into a sixpence at that range - piggy no chance sorry ya stopped but you were delicious
Gave a spare air rifle (Gamo) to a rural family as their 12yr old daughter wanted to learn to shoot. Couple of weeks later my hunting buddy and I visited and were challenged to a shooting match using the Gamo. Target on thick plywood was set up at about 25m and mum, Dad and their 2 kids took a shot. They all missed the paper. My buddy then took a shot and when we walked up we saw he had hit the centre of the target. On the way back to the bench he made the comment that I would have to make a Robin Hood shot........The sun was going down and through the crappy scope the target was blurry.......but I sent the shot away and we walked up to see the result. My buddy said 'Ha, you missed'........I said 'Look at the target, my shot went through the same hole.'. We bantered back and forth for a while and then he took the target home to examine it closer......The following week he apologised and handed me a picture frame with the target in it.....
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It sits on the sideboard in the kitchen and every time he visits, he looks at it and shakes his head.........
@Allgood your Commonwealth Games Gold medallist hunting buddy should have taken his shot offhand, can’t believe you let him use the bench…:wtfsmilie:
Hunting with my mate, we were green as teenagers. I shot a turkey with my .22 and my golden retriever bought it back to us . I had aimed for the chest but was quite surprised I had actually got it in the head. Anyway we were preparing it at camp for a spit roast and my mate asked me " where did you say you shot it?" I pointed at the hole either side of its head like he was an idiot. He put down his knife and replied "thats its ear holes dude."
I put a spray can of dazzle on the track, and we drove 4/10 of a mile on the HQ's speedo, then had a lash.
At the time I had a #4 .303 with a 2.5x Nikko Stirling on top. The reticle was a post with a thin crosshair slightly below the top of the post, and at 100m it was about 150mm wide, so at 640m or so was about a meter wide....
My mate hit close enough to knock the can over, and so all we could see was the end of the can. It looked like a speck in the scope, and I just centred the can on the top of the post, then lifted it up "an amount" and let strip.
There was a cloud of pink paint, and I stopped shooting for the day. Nothing more to prove.