700 yards offhand with an iron-sighted Winchester 1906 pump .22.
Great-grandpa said "shoot the crow". I looked around and couldn't see any dang crow. "Shoot the crow" (a bit more insistent / hurried). Well, off skylined on the horizon was a dead fir tree, and near the top was one lone dead branch, and out on the tip of the branch was a slight bulge or bump. "SHOOT THE CROW". So I lined up on that bump, add a BUNCH of elevation, and yanked the trigger. The damnedest thing happened. After a moment, that "bump" dislodged from the branch, tumbled end over end, and fell 50 feet or more apparently hitting the ground. I don't actually know if it was a crow or not, but whatever it was, I hit it. .. and then grandpa said "ya missed" in disgust as the raven that'd been 40 feet away flew off. He never did understand what I DID hit. Some days ya just can't win.
Tom
