My former boss spewed so much sh*t from his mouth that I'm sure his arsehole was jealous. I remember him telling a tale of shooting a flying duck out of the air with a .264 Winchester. Naturally he shot it in the head to save the meat. I was with him on a dog drive once and witnessed him make a rather lengthy shot on a running doe with a 2 3/4" load of 0 buck. It was honestly probably close to 75 yards. Too far for the average buckshot slinger but I saw it. When we skinned the deer, we found one pellet in the carcass, right through the heart. TOTAL luck and we all knew it, except him. He proclaimed that he intended to heart shoot the deer (with 1 out of 12 pellets??), and every time he told the tale afterwards, the range increased. I think the last time I heard it, it was 200 yards....
