What was your “best shot”

I would have to say mine was at my biggest buck to date. He was out 150 yards. To him broadside, standing still, while I was standing with no rest in the same open field. One single shot through the boiler room with my trusty slug gun……

My other “best shot” was at a buck in Texas hill country. Took him in a vally @ 300+ yards with a .308. I had a rest there, so it was cheating in my mind………

The absolute best shot I ever seen was actually two differnt times. Both by my pop. He took a fox on a dead run @ 150 yards with a 22 mag. One shot……..
His other was was with a buck and his model 12. He dropped him on a dead run $ 175 yards…….no scope…..just a single brass bead…….through the boiler room……..

I love long distant shooting………..

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I would have to say mine was at my biggest buck to date. He was out 150 yards. To him broadside, standing still, while I was standing with no rest in the same open field. One single shot through the boiler room with my trusty slug gun……

My other “best shot” was at a buck in Texas hill country. Took him in a vally @ 300+ yards with a .308. I had a rest there, so it was cheating in my mind………

The absolute best shot I ever seen was actually two differnt times. Both by my pop. He took a fox on a dead run @ 150 yards with a 22 mag. One shot……..
His other was was with a buck and his model 12. He dropped him on a dead run $ 175 yards…….no scope…..just a single brass bead…….through the boiler room……..

I love long distant shooting………..

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FIRST DEER I EVER SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN. 10 FEET AND CLOSING. SHE WAS SO CLOSE THE BASE WAD FROM THE SLUG WAS BURIED IN HER CHEST.
GUNDY

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I would have to say mine was at my biggest buck to date. He was out 150 yards. To him broadside, standing still, while I was standing with no rest in the same open field. One single shot through the boiler room with my trusty slug gun……

My other “best shot” was at a buck in Texas hill country. Took him in a vally @ 300+ yards with a .308. I had a rest there, so it was cheating in my mind………

The absolute best shot I ever seen was actually two differnt times. Both by my pop. He took a fox on a dead run @ 150 yards with a 22 mag. One shot……..
His other was was with a buck and his model 12. He dropped him on a dead run $ 175 yards…….no scope…..just a single brass bead…….through the boiler room……..

I love long distant shooting………..

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FIRST DEER I EVER SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN. 10 FEET AND CLOSING. SHE WAS SO CLOSE THE BASE WAD FROM THE SLUG WAS BURIED IN HER CHEST.
GUNDY

A friend once bet me $100 that I could shoot the ceramic wire holder off of a fence post from 300 yard. I took that bet, and with my trusty 22, without a scope, Shattered that sucker. Needless to say, I was chasing cows later that day for about 3 hours as dad was trying to figure out why the fence was down. Come to think of it he still owes me $100. If you will excuse me I have to make a phone call.

A friend once bet me $100 that I could shoot the ceramic wire holder off of a fence post from 300 yard. I took that bet, and with my trusty 22, without a scope, Shattered that sucker. Needless to say, I was chasing cows later that day for about 3 hours as dad was trying to figure out why the fence was down. Come to think of it he still owes me $100. If you will excuse me I have to make a phone call.

I can not think of just one, I have shot alot of deer in my day and I am very particular about the shot I take. So to answer the question I would have to say that my best shots are when I drop a deer where they stand

I can not think of just one, I have shot alot of deer in my day and I am very particular about the shot I take. So to answer the question I would have to say that my best shots are when I drop a deer where they stand

I have no miracle shot stories for me; I’ve missed some shots that would have put a deer on the wall though.

The best shots/worst outcome I’ve seen first hand. My uncle, who taught me a ton about the outdoors, is one great shot. I’ve seen him hit coyotes on a dead run past the 300 yard marker.

He was shooting his .222 many years ago, when I was young and in shape. We crested a ridge in the truck, hunting the bluffs along Lake Sharpe on the Sioux reservation. Normally the deer would lay in the draws below; we would sneak out to the edge on foot and glass for them. This particular draw, my uncle decided to drive a little closer than normal.

As he got out, a herd of about 6-8 does are on a dead run at about 200 + yards leaving fast. He knelt down, picked the big girl out, and let one fly. I’m guessing the deer were nearing the 300 yard marker at this point. We both were sure we heard the proverbial sound of the “thwack” as the bullet hit her. We couldn’t see any change in her stride though. We stood in amazement and watched these deer run over a 3/4 of a mile to the end of the public ground. Sure enough, just as the deer jumped the fence to private ground, the doe died on the spot.

We sat and watched the deer for 30 minutes to make sure she didn’t sneak off. We then headed for the farmer to see if he would let us enter across his ground. Of course, he was no where to be found. We went several miles back out to the bluff where this all started. My uncle went to grab the knife and some rope, no knife. He forgot it at home. I’m like, you idiot (he would call me worse things). So we drive back out, find a friend in the area. He doesn’t have a hunting knife, but we could use his serrated bread knife. Well, it’s better than a stick, not much though. We figured the doe was over a mile from the truck, all down hill. There is no way we are going to drag her back with the inners still in tact. We took the knife.

We hiked down to her; it was rather easy going I thought. My uncle and I drag the deer 5 yards back to public ground and get ready to start the field dressing process. Now you don’t him, but this guy is particular. His walleye fillets are pristine; the ducks don’t have a pin feather to be found. It was rather humorous watching him try to do a good job without the proper tools. An hour or so later, we are trekking back to the truck. It’s not so easy going back up the hill. Needless to say, 2+ hours later we are back at the truck. The deer has no hair left on either side of her hide from all the dragging across the cactus and sage brush. BTW, she didn’t have a heart when we got her field dressed. It’s hard to believe a deer can run that far without a heart.

We rest up, get her tagged and loaded into the pickup. We are both tired and ready for a knap at this point. We are an hour from home and we have to go drop off the “knife” . On our way to drop the knife off, we look over on the hillside, here stands a very nice 4 pointer. My uncle is native and was carrying several tags, so he stops the truck hops out. The deer is standing broadside at 50 yards, I think the buck was afraid to move, we might see him…… My uncle kneels down, chambers a round and WHAM, right through the whiskey. How can a guy that makes a 200 plus running shot, miss so badly at 50 yards standing still?? Headgear, I suppose. He miss two more running shots also.

Well, to make a long story longer, the buck took off and lay down in the aforementioned farmer’s cornfield. Now what are we going to do. We head back to his farm, luckily this time he is there. We explained our situation and he was kind enough to allow us access to the field. We let the deer lay for over an hour hoping he would stiffen up. My uncle took post at the end of the field, I walked the corn very slowly watching/hoping to find a dead deer. I ended up spooking the deer right to my uncle, I mean 15 yards. He flippin’ missed on the first shot. Of course I hear the first shot and step up the pace knowing full well the deer is lying dead at his feet by now. NO, I hear a second. He did hit him this time, right in the neck.

Luckily we had the “knife” with us. We managed to do a poor job of field dressing, dropped the knife off and raced for home. Probably my best day of deer hunting with a rifle ever. I didn’t even touch a gun.

Sorry so long, but you gotta love memories. Thanks for stirring this one up Gary!!

I have no miracle shot stories for me; I’ve missed some shots that would have put a deer on the wall though.

The best shots/worst outcome I’ve seen first hand. My uncle, who taught me a ton about the outdoors, is one great shot. I’ve seen him hit coyotes on a dead run past the 300 yard marker.

He was shooting his .222 many years ago, when I was young and in shape. We crested a ridge in the truck, hunting the bluffs along Lake Sharpe on the Sioux reservation. Normally the deer would lay in the draws below; we would sneak out to the edge on foot and glass for them. This particular draw, my uncle decided to drive a little closer than normal.

As he got out, a herd of about 6-8 does are on a dead run at about 200 + yards leaving fast. He knelt down, picked the big girl out, and let one fly. I’m guessing the deer were nearing the 300 yard marker at this point. We both were sure we heard the proverbial sound of the “thwack” as the bullet hit her. We couldn’t see any change in her stride though. We stood in amazement and watched these deer run over a 3/4 of a mile to the end of the public ground. Sure enough, just as the deer jumped the fence to private ground, the doe died on the spot.

We sat and watched the deer for 30 minutes to make sure she didn’t sneak off. We then headed for the farmer to see if he would let us enter across his ground. Of course, he was no where to be found. We went several miles back out to the bluff where this all started. My uncle went to grab the knife and some rope, no knife. He forgot it at home. I’m like, you idiot (he would call me worse things). So we drive back out, find a friend in the area. He doesn’t have a hunting knife, but we could use his serrated bread knife. Well, it’s better than a stick, not much though. We figured the doe was over a mile from the truck, all down hill. There is no way we are going to drag her back with the inners still in tact. We took the knife.

We hiked down to her; it was rather easy going I thought. My uncle and I drag the deer 5 yards back to public ground and get ready to start the field dressing process. Now you don’t him, but this guy is particular. His walleye fillets are pristine; the ducks don’t have a pin feather to be found. It was rather humorous watching him try to do a good job without the proper tools. An hour or so later, we are trekking back to the truck. It’s not so easy going back up the hill. Needless to say, 2+ hours later we are back at the truck. The deer has no hair left on either side of her hide from all the dragging across the cactus and sage brush. BTW, she didn’t have a heart when we got her field dressed. It’s hard to believe a deer can run that far without a heart.

We rest up, get her tagged and loaded into the pickup. We are both tired and ready for a knap at this point. We are an hour from home and we have to go drop off the “knife” . On our way to drop the knife off, we look over on the hillside, here stands a very nice 4 pointer. My uncle is native and was carrying several tags, so he stops the truck hops out. The deer is standing broadside at 50 yards, I think the buck was afraid to move, we might see him…… My uncle kneels down, chambers a round and WHAM, right through the whiskey. How can a guy that makes a 200 plus running shot, miss so badly at 50 yards standing still?? Headgear, I suppose. He miss two more running shots also.

Well, to make a long story longer, the buck took off and lay down in the aforementioned farmer’s cornfield. Now what are we going to do. We head back to his farm, luckily this time he is there. We explained our situation and he was kind enough to allow us access to the field. We let the deer lay for over an hour hoping he would stiffen up. My uncle took post at the end of the field, I walked the corn very slowly watching/hoping to find a dead deer. I ended up spooking the deer right to my uncle, I mean 15 yards. He flippin’ missed on the first shot. Of course I hear the first shot and step up the pace knowing full well the deer is lying dead at his feet by now. NO, I hear a second. He did hit him this time, right in the neck.

Luckily we had the “knife” with us. We managed to do a poor job of field dressing, dropped the knife off and raced for home. Probably my best day of deer hunting with a rifle ever. I didn’t even touch a gun.

Sorry so long, but you gotta love memories. Thanks for stirring this one up Gary!!

I’ve had some good deer kills with a bow mostly. My best gun shot is actually 5 shots while pheasant/grouse hunting in SD. A group of us were walking a short grass field that is known to hold Sharptail grouse. About half way down the field, a group of 20-30 birds arose. I unloaded all 5 shells from my Rem 870 pump and ended up with 5 sharptails. I purchased the rounds that night.

I’ve had some good deer kills with a bow mostly. My best gun shot is actually 5 shots while pheasant/grouse hunting in SD. A group of us were walking a short grass field that is known to hold Sharptail grouse. About half way down the field, a group of 20-30 birds arose. I unloaded all 5 shells from my Rem 870 pump and ended up with 5 sharptails. I purchased the rounds that night.

Nice Shooting Gary, but I think Pops might have you beat!

My best shot was @ a doe in ND. Last weekend of the season a group gets together and who ever needs to fill out there tag, posts for a good old fashion deer drive. I’m talking bow here and the weather is usually quite bitter cold the first week of Jan in ND with the wind. The deer are kind of herded up by now and it is not uncommon to see 30 40 deer on a single drive. 2 years ago I was set up in a stand freezing my off. -15 temp with a decent breeze. Now I just had one of the best mornings I ever had. I passed up 4 different decent bucks 4×4 and 5×5’s. A 120 class buck came by twice once @ 22 yards and once @15 yards and yes I drew on him each time stopping him too. With this deer being on the verge of P&Y, I let him go, hoping to get a crack at him the next year when there would be no doubt. I had a total of 18 deer within bow range that morning. 9am came and I had told my buddy Paul if I was not out of the woods to drive the woods. so aobut 9:15 the herd start a coming through the woods, and I mean a herd. WOW! I had a few different groups go by and keyed on this one with 4 decent does heading on a trail in my shooting lane in front of me @ 22 yards. I picked what looked like the biggest one and let it fly. She was on a pretty good trot, but I hammered her through one lung. She turned back around and went about 75 yards and almost ran over one of the drivers, he said!

So to summarize this novel: 22 yards with a bow, on a deer drive in frigid temps and windchill. I’m not sure if I was happier to shoot the deer or to be able to get out of the stand and run around to warm up! Even if I get my deer early I go up the last weekend drive and do the driving for other guys. I have seen some awesome bucks this last week of the year. Last year on this drive weekend, one guy missed a 150 class 8 pointer @ 12 yards . I saw him during the rut and had him within 70 yards 2 times. What a bruiser, I wonder how big he will be this year????? Now I’m way PUMPED! Is it October yet???????

Look what you did now GARY!

Nice Shooting Gary, but I think Pops might have you beat!

My best shot was @ a doe in ND. Last weekend of the season a group gets together and who ever needs to fill out there tag, posts for a good old fashion deer drive. I’m talking bow here and the weather is usually quite bitter cold the first week of Jan in ND with the wind. The deer are kind of herded up by now and it is not uncommon to see 30 40 deer on a single drive. 2 years ago I was set up in a stand freezing my off. -15 temp with a decent breeze. Now I just had one of the best mornings I ever had. I passed up 4 different decent bucks 4×4 and 5×5’s. A 120 class buck came by twice once @ 22 yards and once @15 yards and yes I drew on him each time stopping him too. With this deer being on the verge of P&Y, I let him go, hoping to get a crack at him the next year when there would be no doubt. I had a total of 18 deer within bow range that morning. 9am came and I had told my buddy Paul if I was not out of the woods to drive the woods. so aobut 9:15 the herd start a coming through the woods, and I mean a herd. WOW! I had a few different groups go by and keyed on this one with 4 decent does heading on a trail in my shooting lane in front of me @ 22 yards. I picked what looked like the biggest one and let it fly. She was on a pretty good trot, but I hammered her through one lung. She turned back around and went about 75 yards and almost ran over one of the drivers, he said!

So to summarize this novel: 22 yards with a bow, on a deer drive in frigid temps and windchill. I’m not sure if I was happier to shoot the deer or to be able to get out of the stand and run around to warm up! Even if I get my deer early I go up the last weekend drive and do the driving for other guys. I have seen some awesome bucks this last week of the year. Last year on this drive weekend, one guy missed a 150 class 8 pointer @ 12 yards . I saw him during the rut and had him within 70 yards 2 times. What a bruiser, I wonder how big he will be this year????? Now I’m way PUMPED! Is it October yet???????

Look what you did now GARY!

That is a great story John!
You shoud save that in a word doc so you can pass it down to your kids and grand kids.

That is a great story John!
You shoud save that in a word doc so you can pass it down to your kids and grand kids.

I sat in a treestand watching does run by me all day…..I had my bow hanging next to me on what I thought was a sturdy branch. I saw something approaching from about 100 yrds out…so I reached for my bow, but i knocked it to the ground!!!! Turns out a Monster 10pt buck was working it’s way to my stand. Had to have 8″ brow tines and 12″ G2’s. So there I stand, w/a monster buck under me, and NO BOW I did what every enthusiastic hunter would do next….I grabbed my hunting knife and dove off my tree stand at the buck…With my hips/butt landing right on his back, i drove the knife home into his neck/arteries. The buck ran about 80yrds b4 dropping. I’ll never forget that day….and wouldn’t hesitate doing it again.

I sat in a treestand watching does run by me all day…..I had my bow hanging next to me on what I thought was a sturdy branch. I saw something approaching from about 100 yrds out…so I reached for my bow, but i knocked it to the ground!!!! Turns out a Monster 10pt buck was working it’s way to my stand. Had to have 8″ brow tines and 12″ G2’s. So there I stand, w/a monster buck under me, and NO BOW I did what every enthusiastic hunter would do next….I grabbed my hunting knife and dove off my tree stand at the buck…With my hips/butt landing right on his back, i drove the knife home into his neck/arteries. The buck ran about 80yrds b4 dropping. I’ll never forget that day….and wouldn’t hesitate doing it again.

SLOP! YOU SERIOUS?????

SLOP! YOU SERIOUS?????

You had me going up untill this part……..

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I did what every enthusiastic hunter would do next….I grabbed my hunting knife and dove off my tree stand at the buck…

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Good one!

You had me going up untill this part……..

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I did what every enthusiastic hunter would do next….I grabbed my hunting knife and dove off my tree stand at the buck…

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Good one!

SLOP! I was like no way??? Not knowing you, I couldn’t call bull@?%#, on you! You got me!

SLOP! I was like no way??? Not knowing you, I couldn’t call bull@?%#, on you! You got me!

I have seen my buddy do that to a little buck. Ran him down in th edeep snow after somebody in the group shot it. My buddy head locked him and the buck in a split second threw him from one side to the other, with ease. So I was like how did SLOP pull this off on a big boy?????

I have seen my buddy do that to a little buck. Ran him down in th edeep snow after somebody in the group shot it. My buddy head locked him and the buck in a split second threw him from one side to the other, with ease. So I was like how did SLOP pull this off on a big boy?????

It’s a natural instinct that us select few are fortunate to bare…lol… I thought it was funny…

Honestly i would probably try it if it had happend…

It’s a natural instinct that us select few are fortunate to bare…lol… I thought it was funny…

Honestly i would probably try it if it had happend…

I had a small six pointer walk up behind me two years ago. He was dead-down wind and behind a clump of trees and rocks. I didn’t dare turn around and I hoped he would loop around me to my left. Nope, he winded me and started to snort and stomp on the ground. So I stood up, threw the Ruger up to my shoulder, and hit him in mid air as he jumped between two Spruce trees. Not my biggest buck, and it was only 25 yards away. But I’ll never make another rifle shot as good as that one again! On top of everything else it was on my birthday.

Rootski