Home Forums Hunting & Shooting General Big Game bs aside...lets hear about your "lucky" shot

Steve, what's the statute of limitations on protected species?

BTW - what did you hit the Coors can with, .45 LC, right?

Maybe I'll retract the first question...

VA--Any claim on that buzzard is time-barred. I shot the Coors can with a .44 magnum Ruger and 22 gr. 2400 behind a 250 Keith SWC. An adequate round for any beer can.

That's what I thought on the first count (whew, got a few of those in the closet, too, as does anyone who was a kid with a BB gun). <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

As for the second, I guess that load is adequate for regular Coors cans, but for those mean, hard to put down, "keg cans," I think you might need something bigger. You wouldn't want that wounded can to charge, now would ya'? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

gives new meaning to the term "dead soldier"

I charged a keg once... well, maybe more than once...

Steve NO,

You had a lot more fun in college than I did!

"After a typical colege afternoon of alcohol, tobacco and firearms"

Talus, maybe it's why Randy Newman wrote that song:

"College men from LSU,
Went in dumb,
Come out dumb too"

But we did, by God, smoke, drink, and shoot some while we were there. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> And took the lives of many of His little creatures while we were at it.

Wow, makes me realize how dull I was in College. Typical Spring Afternoon involved Weightlifting, Running, and watching films.

All I got out of it was twisted fingers, scarred knees, a few broken bones, and some great football stories . . . . . .

Oh yeah, I did marry cute little blonde gymnast (maybe all that time in the weightroom wasn't wasted after all. . . . . . . <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />)

BMT

This just in...a contractor (building) just told me about a wasp that had been "buggin" his framing crew for a few minutes when, after taking all he could, his young brother hoisted the Senco nailer and, at 5 yards, bagged the pest with a 8 penny galvy siding nail! One shot, one kill! Then the contractor related that his same brother managed to put one through his own boot, yet remained unscathed. Contractor mentioned (with a smile) that the close call "killed" the cockyness of the previous shot and brought things back to normal! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

best,
bhtr

<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/help.gif" alt="" />Set up the chant, "DVNV...DVNV...DVNV". <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/help.gif" alt="" />
I was there, I was the one who lasered the distance. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> And I can guarantee that the shot is a prime example of the truism that practice and skill result in more "lucky" events.

!999 in the Appache National forest bow hunting for Elk. Had been hunting for 7 days all kinds of crap went wrong on the hunt , wind busted us , cows busted us , other hunters busted us, Fish and game hassled us , it was a bad omen. Day eight arrives , we head down to the Frisco and get out and start walking . Three bulls start going at it and we are below them and in the middle of the 3 of them . They are headed for Arizona I say , my buddy says not if I can help it . We haul butt half way up the hill and start cow calling and using the hyper hot and manage to turn 2 of the bulls and they are comming back down to see what the left behind slowly. All of a sudden we are bum rushed by 2 groups of cows and 2 spikes we are completly surrounded all the way arround in a 20 yard circle by elk. Last but not least hear comes the bull running in to beat the band and stops broadside at 10 yards broadside with a leaf covering his left eye when he looks dead ahead. He is looking at me right in the face screaming his head off as the cows keep talking and the other 2 bulls keep bugleing up the hill, I can't move till he turns his head agian and is covered by the leaf. Finaly he turns his head and I draw ......he turns and looks at me agian , I am on him and squeeze the release and POW>.......... Orange goes flying everywhere and I watch my arrow fall 3 yards in front of me with no knock on it . I'm thinking to myself this is not happening I have waited 7 years for a bull like this to step in front of me WTF happened.......I look at the elk and he did not move it was as if he was looking through me , like he thought that nothing could be that close without him knowing. One of the other bulls is making his way closer and is bugleing like a mad man and this bull in front of me turns his head up hill and starts to bugle back at him, with that I am able to knock another arrow while he looks away . Keep in mind I am still totaly surrounded by elk stil and not one of them has busted me yet, I'm talking 15-20 elk all within 10 - 20 yards of me in every direction. He turns his haed at me as I raised my bow and I am agian frozen waiting to roll my shoulder to full draw for what felt like minutes. His eye goes behind the leaf agian and I Draw and fire one right into the lungs , arrow goes in to the fletching and stops in the far side shoulder blade and he takes off running ...... Not to die but at the other bull comming down the mountain that is now in sight . he ran that bull over the Arizona fence and came back and stood in the same spot I shot him bugleing for 28 minutes before he fell over. We literally had to spook off the cows and spikes before we approached him . He is the 7x7 that hangs on my wall at this time.


I have a story about a certian booner antelope, but its nowere near the elk story . Something like 526 yards one shot one kill in Truth or Consiquence.....hope you guys have fun too.

Holy Smokes, WO!!!

Back before I knew how to hunt, I shot a running whitetail buck in the neck at 125 yards. Of course, he dropped like a rock and my buddy kept telling me what a great shot that was. Sad thing is that at the time I believed him!!!

Ever since I stopped taking those kinds of shots, my experience and success have both improved dramatically. Go figure.... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

The best/luckiest shot I ever made was made with a Ruger Super Blackhawk in .44 mag. About 30 years ago, a life long hunting buddy and I was shooting milk jugs filled with water we had hung out of trees at various ranges from 50 to 500 yards. I was shooting a .243 Win and he was shooting a .300 Wby. We had a good string going we had shot something like 8 or 9 in a row without a miss and I shot and missed one at 300 yards, he had shot at the same one and missed as well. It was barrel cooling time, so we were looking around to see where the other had hung milk jugs and I spied one that was hanging out of the top of a small pine tree. I made an insulting comment about riding down a pine tree, just to hang a milk jug out of it. My hunting buddy made an equally insulting comment about the one I had placed a top fence post that was barely visible. At that I went to my car and took out my Super Blackhawk and begain trying to spy the one on the fence post. It looked like a white speck in the distance. Then I spoted the milk jug in the top of the small pine, the front sight of the Ruger covered up the whole tree. I set there for about a minute and decied to fire, I fired nothing happen! Then about 15 seconds later the top of the pine tree laid over and broke out and fell to the ground, taking the milk jug with it. My shooting buddy looked at me and said "You did that on purpose!". It was nothing but sheer luck, but I had to say "Yea!, I sure did!

So that is my once in a life time shot. I have made a few other lucky shots since then, but none so spectacular!
Marcus,

Stopped at my neighbor's when we noticed a coyote in his field. Cows were moving to the othe side of the field. Coyote was hunting a rabbit underneath the dam. I boasted I could kill him and my 70 year old neighbor said "yeah right". Got my .270 from my truck, and 1 shot later a coyote was spinning round and round. Paced at 450 steps. Witnessed, with a "called shot". "Bout the only good one I've made.