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Whoppers!

I've heard my fair share of stories as well. But if you shoot a lot and I really mean a lot now and then you'll get that lucky shot. And in most cases if you don't have a witness 99 out a 100 people would never believe you .
Billy Dixon at Adobe Walls pulled off a real lucky shot dropping an Indian at just over 1500 yards. He himself said it was a 'Scratch' shot and he'd never be able to do it again.
 
Whoppers , reminds me of bootcamp. Our senior drill instructor Staff Seargent Reeves said anyone that qualifies expert on the range will get a whopper with cheese. 10 weeks into bootcamp I ampretty sure we would have done about anything for a whopper with cheese.

About 1/2 of the platoon qualified expert. And he did not lie. Out of the duty hut he came with a small tray of whopper candy each with an appropriately sized piece of craft slice cheese on top. I am still mad about that 23 years later.
 
I shot 4-postion 50ft indoor smallbore for about 30 years. We were a small club and always looking for new shooters. I'd invite anyone and everybody I met to come down and give it a try. I always told them to show up without a rifle or ammo and I would supply both . Through the years I had my share of people start bragging how good they were, some said 'I qualified Expert in the military '. I'd get them to the club show them the equipment, rules, and hand them my rifle and some ammo after getting them in a shooting coat and glove. One guy looked my rifle (a 40XRem International Free Rifle) equipped with a Lyman 20X super target spot and a factory 2oz trigger and looked at the 50 ft range and said, how hard can it be?? I got him set up in the prone position and stepped out and closed the door . 1/2 hour later he comes out all sweated up and wild eyed and says, how the hell can you hit anything with this, it's like shooting in an earthquake. I laughed a bit he got out of my gear left never to return. Everyone that bragged about how good they were and then tried it never came back
 
I'm still waiting for the manager at the horse ranch where I was fixing the boiler to show up and put 5 shots inside a red dixie cup at 1000 yards that he claimed he could do with a cold bore. After I invited him to come out to one of our club events, he had the "I am too busy working on the ranch" reply.
 
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On a visit to my grandmother who was into her 80’s at the time (95 today) upon getting out of the car, my dad heard gun fire and walked around the corner of the house to see my grandma shooting her S&W 32 cal pistol at the burn barrel….my dad walked up next her and watched a she continued to shoot, when she stopped he told her he only seen one hole in the side of the barrel and grandma’s reply was that’s where she was aiming.
 
I was driving through Dallas and a pair of twins were hitchhiking. I stopped and picked them up, As I was driving along they told me that they were witches. I told them that I didn't believe in witchcraft. So one of them whispered just one sentence into my ear and I turned into a motel. :rolleyes:
 
Another story from the smallbore club. One winter a new guy showed up one evening. He was pretty good for a beginner and turned out to be a very nice guy. He told one evening that he had a couple daughters that he had taught to shoot. He asked if he could bring them down to shoot. Well we told him the more the merrier and we needed shooters. So the next week he brought them down, introduced them and we got them set up to shoot. They shot pretty well for beginners and improved more and more, and they were very nice people just like their Dad.
One evening they brought their boyfriends down with them. I got the guys suited up explained the rules, and showed them the shooting positions. Before they went into the range I told them not to be embarrassed when the girls kicked their asses. They looked at me like I was nuts, I just smiled. The girls handed them their asses that nite and those guys never returned.
Those two girl went on a few years later to become Co-Captains of the Minnesota Vikings Cheerleaders honest to God!
 
A guy at deer hunting camp lease said at his previous lease he would sit on the deer trail in his ghillie suit, and would reach under the suit and shoot the deer point blank with his .45
 
That's like the guy that picked up a female hitchhiker. Drove for a while then he tried to put the moves on her. She said "don't touch me I'am fragile". Sure enough, he felt her crack. :oops:

Way back in the day, bunch of us were out eating at lunch time. There's ALWAYS someone that had DONE IT ALL. One guy constantly running his mouth as to how much he has done and it's ALWAYS better than anybody else.
Called him on it! Told him he HAD to be at least 200 years old because of all the things he had done and ALWAYS so much better than anybody else. He shut up and from that day on, no more B. S. from him. :D :)
 
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There is a nice enough fellow in the neighborhood that is ex military, Marines I think. He had a custom rifle built in .308 and has a very nice Nightforce scope on it. Claims he can hit a 10" X 10" metal plate so easily
at a 1000 yards it gets "boring" I have politely extended him an invitation to my 500 yard range and told him I could put up small targets so as not to be boring. He always has an "reason or excuse" that he can't make it.
Makes me wonder
 
When I was 11 or 12 I was out with my cousin and had his Crossman air rifle. Somewhere along the line, we knocked the front sight off. There was this sparrow that liked to sit high in a specific tree (leaves off) and we'd been taking long range shots at it for a week without connecting; it flew off if we tried to get within reasonable range.

Well, we walked around the barn and there was that sparrow at about 75 yards. We laughed, I found the muzzle through the rear sight and completely roughed a sight picture and holdover without the front sight, and let one fly. With a puff of feathers, the sparrow fell.

My cousin was dumbstruck, I acted like it was skill, handed him the rifle, told him it was his turn and never touched it again.
 
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My best story doesn't come from a good shot that I made, but from a bad one.

I was using my old 58 cal muzzle loader with a big hog of a minie bullet that had a trajectory like a rainbow. For a long shot it was so slow you could almost put the rifle down and count to five before the bullet struck.

Anyway I had snuck about as close as was possible to a really nice buck, and it wasn't very close; but I decided to try the shot. Well, I didn't do very well, and it was one of those shots that when the hammer dropped I knew I had pulled waaayyy off to the right.

I had nothing to lose, so I immediately jumped up and with a holler and wave of my hat, I spooked the buck enough that he took to running the right direction, and when the bullet arrived he ran in front of it and I got him. If I'm lyin I'm dyin. ;) jd
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Man I like that too funny
 
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