Hunting story time?
Best shot: Antelope, roughly 250m, .243 Winchester, two of us shooting at a pair of goats. We count down the shots, and manage to get them off pretty close to simultaneous. By the time we bring the scopes back down, mine has disappeared, his we see stumble and drop. His was a bit closer than mine...like 5m tops. We cannot see mine, so we figure it bolted away down the hill they were on top of. We were shooting from a slightly lower hill and did not want to try to creep closer through open sight lines (just north of Cheyenne, his family's homestead). We walk back to the 4 wheelers, ride over to his animal. As we approach, we see mine. It was a bit bigger than his, and was just past the crest of the hill, so when it dropped, it was out of sight. It had dropped faster than I could get the rifle back in position....and I am not slow, and I have a tight shooting position in prone with a sling
. I have never seen an animal drop that fast. And technically, I still haven't.
Dumbest shot: Elk, 400m, Shirley Basin WY. No license, and my contacts were acting up, so I stayed with the truck while the rest of the guys went out looking. Truck was parked just off the dirt "road" along a ridge overlooking a valley about 500m wide ridgetop to ridgetop. I can my contact fixed, and start wandering around a bit. Lo and behold, I spot a cow and calf, and everyone else is too far to hear me yelling (the elk did not seem to care either, just kept walking up the far ridge). With no sign of anyone approaching, I figure why not, a couple of the guys had antlerless tags, and we were splitting all the meat anyhow. So I grab the Springfield 1903 from the rack, flip up the rear sight, set the range, a squeeze one off, aiming for momma first. I hit a hair high (shooting downhill, and I did not compensate), missing, but close enough to spook them a bit. They hurried up the hill, and I decided not to try that shot again. The signle shot of course brought everyone running, thinking I hit something. Nope, just a stupid decision to try an out of range shot with an old rifle with no scope. FTR, I can hit 10/10 at 500m with iron sights...on a well maintained M16A2, not the sights in the image below.
Worst shot that hit: Deer, 50 yards, all alone, just outside Lingle, WY. I am walking a tree line on my best buddy's dad's land, when out wanders Bambi. Tiny little spikes I could barely see. Scope is zeroed for 300m (see above for typical shots). I misjudge the hold over (or under rather), on top of being cocky and going for a head shot. I took out the throat, including both jugulars, and still have no clue how it did not snap its neck. Poor thing thrashed and pumped out all its blood until I got there with a knife and put it down. Small enough that I carried it out over my shoulder (after gutting it of course), the whole 200m to Sam's house. Best vension I have ever had. And first (still only) whitetail.
I miss game meat.