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A client of one our regular hunters showed up with a brand new 300 Jarrett. After six shots, he hit the 100 yard 8" pie plate one time. Told me he was a better long range shooter, that's why he bought that rifle. Offered him my loaner 270 but that pissed him off. Missed the deer the next morning.

Most hunters that show up with a big boomer of some kind do not shoot it well, every year we talk the ones we can in to something more manageable, usually turns out better for them and us. Rio7

these are like fishing stories. Two ways to look at it are; "The first liar always loses." The one I like the best is ... "the difference between a sea story and a fairytale are that the fairytale starts.."Once upon a time" and the sea story starts..."this ain't no s--t."
almost anywhere men gather, hunt camp, fishing hole, VFW whatever...tall tales are told. We all have a couple of friends who aren't nearly old enough to have done all the things in their stories.

If it wasn't for hunters, fisherman, and other liars none of us would have anyone to talk to. Count your blessings

I honestly enjoy listening to tall hunting tales and war stories, most of them are very entertaining. But when the self claimed "lady killers" start talking I usually walk away

In a Houston job I had back in the 80’s, the fun part was taking people hunting at the company ranch. We had offices all over the US, so other guys like me could invite guests to hunt also. The LA office guy brought a bunch of Californians to the south Texas ranch. It was quail season. The ranch was divided into color areas, and I had the red area and the west coast guys had the yellow zone. I knew there were few quail in the yellow zone, but they were on the Jeep radio chattering about all the quail they had shot. Everybody was limiting out. The red zone was the best quail zone, but we only had a few. Got back to the ranch house and they had killed an absolute truck load of Meadowlarks. Forever after that, Meadowlarks were referred to as “California Quail”.

We do a lot of Quail hunting, we call Meadow Larks Democrat Quail, they are yellow breasted show the white tail flag when they fly and they are slow. Rio7

I had something similar...but different! I always used to carry and shoot a S&W M19 with a 6 inch Barrel. My shooting pard liked it so when the M66 came out He bought a 6 incher....clone to mine but in stainless. Hunting jackrabbits one day he asked if I wanted to try his new gun. Of course....as soon as I got my hands on it a jackrabbit bolted 15 feet away. No aim, just up with the gun and rolled the rabbit. Keeping my mouth shut, like you, I simply handed it right back to him and said ": nice gun"....like I did that schitt all the time.....

I usually start my stories with, "I've told this story so many times it might be true."

Seems like for every great feat of extraordinary shooting I have in my history of hunting and shooting, there might just be an almost equal number of unexplainable epic failures…and this unfortunately is %100 true. Shot my biggest buck through an 8” section of his neck(all I had to aim at)between two big hickory trees, offhand from my knees, with my S&W 500 mag at 66 yards. Boom, plop. About 5 years before that I missed a “stone statue standing” big doe at about 45 yards with my tack driving .280 Rem Ruger 77! I’m sure if deer could tell stories her and her friends had a knee slapper there. Oh wait, I forgot that both situations were during a blinding snowstorm with 50 mph crosswinds with the sun in my eyes and shivering like a dog passin peach pits!

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like the signature line

I know a guy who made a "700 yard running shot" on a Deer in a 300 yard long field

Back in the 1970's I was hunting Blacktails in the Mumbo Basin with my father and two of his friends. We had been hunting a few days and had not seen any deer but had seen a lot of Blue Grouse so I decided to take my Ithica 37 12 GA pump and shoot me some grouse. This was a plain jane shotgun with a poly choke and no sights other than the standard bead on the poly choke. I threw 5 rifled slugs in my pocket just in case.

As luck would have it there were no grouse to be seen anywhere but as I peeked over the top of a ridge I saw a garden statue of a large 3X4 buck well over 100 yards below me. He was well beyond shotgun range but in my youth I just could not resist trying for him. I loaded 3 slugs in the gun and started shooting. I could see dust from the near misses all around him and he did not move a muscle. I loaded the final 2 slugs and on the 4th shot I broke his knee and he took off limping up hill to my right. I ran over to him and placed the final sulg in to his chest.

My dad was hunting with one of his friends and his friend stated "there goes that GD kid with that GD shotgun shooting at a GD deer." His other friend was below me on the hill and he told me later that he kicked a stump a half dozen times getting his ass kicking boot warmed up.

My son is friends with a very talented mechanic and expert bullschitter. He knows his automotive stuff and doesn’t BS too much about that, but OMG he is the biggest embellisher on every other subject! My son repeats all his bs and I rebut his crap at every opportunity. The wife complains that I fact check all the crap that is repeated. I tell her that I would rather he not turn into a bullschit artist like his buddy.

Agreed!

we had a young guy out here in the country we called Bullseye because opening day at sunset , Bullseye shot a little brown pet milk cow at around 200 yards in a farmer`s pasture. the farmer was crying and not very happy his uncle Larry had to deal with it.

I wouldn't have told you where I was hunting anyhow.....none of y'all even said hi.

We had a guy in our group we called "Deadeye" for much the same reason. He drilled a prized show horse in the pre-dawn darkness one opening day morning. "Who the hell is shooting at this time of day", I thought. Timmy lost his hunting license for 5 years and had to make restitution to the tune of 20 thousand 1996 dollars, but it was a helluva shot in the dark at over 100 yards.

That is so right....some have actually brought them back to camp. Let one guy clean one, not sure if he ate it or not. Another is the late evening dove hunts - it's not safe for those poor martins.

At the time I would work for various Outfitters as a guide every fall, and was very seasoned at that point, was in my early 30's .
My first experience with a Safari Club hunter, involved a .375 H&H , a Polar bear and two dead moose.
The hunter had been hustled into our camp after killing a boar Polar bear, apparently it was # 28 on Safari club kill list and he needed # 29, a Shiras Bull Moose to earn his gold star, blue ribbon or something.
Moose season was opening the following day, and I had been watching a couple of bulls in a basin I knew quite well, all fall.
I found them , the very next morning in the predictable area. , set him up for a reasonably close shot , over a log , off my pack.
Both were visible, I made it clear which one was slightly better. I said OK when you can take the one one the left.....then the shooting started, he emptied the thing and both moose were hit, I was ticked off and dispatched them with my rifle, a lowly .270.
I let this Texan take the larger and I tagged the smaller.
He never apologized, he never helped in preparing them to get them out by pack horse, he never even looked up at our fabulous Rockies. ( I had to cape his for a shoulder mount)
As it turned out, it made Safari Club book, and he got his#29.
What a flipping hero, this guy, in my opinion didn't even like hunting.
I had to wonder what the Polar Bear guide had thought about this guy, I asked Tex how he liked the bear hunt and said it was killing a beef.
He looked cityish to me, and I doubt he had done that either , for he would of probably missed or wounded it too.Enjoy your day ...God Bless