Best Shot Ever!
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- Опубліковано 17 жов 2024
- The current world record for the longest pistol shot ever made is 2,010 yards with a 10mm by former ICE agent Victor Avila in 2020. In this episode, the Gun Cranks share the best shots each of them has ever made. While none were record-breaking, they were impressive nonetheless.
What's the best shot you've ever made? With witnesses, or it never happened. Let us know in the comments.
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Gelhaus needs to take a nap
Not long after I moved to Missouri from NJ I bought a Tikka T3 Hunter .308 with a Nikon 3x9 BDC scope. I was renting at the time looking for our permanent landing spot so I was shooting at one of the conservation ranges. It’s a 100yd range , but I would throw clay pigeons up on the berm behind my target. So I would have them out at I’d say 130yds. Well I was shooting them one day and I just kept drilling them and then I’d eat away at the edge PCs as well. After I blew through 20rnds with this bolt action rifle while standing on the line. I hadn’t missed a shot and was pleased with my new rifle. I turned around to set it on the bench and found about ten old timer standing there like how’d you do that? lol
I said without skipping a beat “Love this new rifle from Tikka! First time shooting it.” Which was true. They had bore sighted it for me at the store and it was dead on perfect. It took me 5yrs to get a deer inside that scope, but I did it at 150yds one shot and drop. 🤠
Gene
I was shooting skeet in the back yard with a couple of buddies back in my twenties. I was just standing there, watching the two of them have an absolute ball. Blaine looks at me and said, "Do you want to shoot?" I'm all, "Nah." He says, "Come on, shoot." At the time, I had a Ruger 22/45 on my hip. I say, "Chuck me a rabbit." Blaine says, "You don't have a shotgun.' I say, "Just throw it." He does. I skin the Ruger and shoot twice. The clay didn't bust. I walk over to pick it up, and damned if there wasn't a perfect hole just off center in the clay. I hold it up, take a picture with my flip phone, and go back inside to get a beer.
Fantastic entertaining piece! May I suggest that Eric not sit in front of a bright window for filming?
In the late '70s in Gasconade County Mo. We were at deer camp before the season opened. We had a target frame made out of 1"X2"s which was only about 50 yards out. My friend spent about an hour sighting in his Mini 14 and proclaimed it was done. I said let's see how you did and walked up to the target frame and pinned a quarter between where the frame crossed. I came back and took one shot and nailed it. They spent the rest of the day trying to duplicate it. They hit it quite a few times but mostly they would catch the edge and the quarter would fly into the woods never to be found again. That quarter still hangs on my keychain to this day. When conversation slows sometimes I ask if they've ever shot the head off an eagle? I show them my coin.
My best was actually a 3 shot group fired from an M1 Garand at 100 yards in Feb, of 2014 At the time I was 68 yeard old and sighting in a Garand that I had just bought at a LGS. The group was a one hole group about 2.5" left of center and 1/2" low. Only time in my life I have ever fired a one hole group. No one else was around but I did take a picture of the target. This was in very cold conditions here in Michigan. Wish I could do that again.
Most entertaining and I loved the intro (nice editing). You guys would be a hoot to hang with, especially Roy as he's closer to my age (70), though I live within 20 miles of Brent.
Thanks sir! You might tire of our antics though! Roy
I have two. “Someone I know” once had a job running a sewer plant. Part of the job was walking around the lagoon and shooting turtles with a High Standard Double Nine. They crawl into pipes and plug them or worse get into pump rotors. Also cottonmouths because they are cottonmouths. One day ‘he’ was walking the bank and saw a duck way off yonder on the water minding its own business and decided to see how close ‘he’ could get. Standing off hand ‘he’ shot and to ‘his’ surprise as much as the duck’s, it fell over. Pacing along the bank it was 70 steps. He waited till the duck drifted to shore because ‘he’ never wasted a game animal. Then ‘he’ looked down at it covered with sewer lagoon creepy crawlers and said “nope. Not happening.” Then thought how that duck would have flown a couple miles to a lake and became someone’s Sunday dinner. It was a while before he went duck hunting again.
Now that I’ve spoiled duck hunting for you, my other story.
Out with a friend and his wife we were shooting jackrabbits. The old ones to feed the dogs and the young ones for ourselves. Standing beside the car, one jumped up and ran full speed. And you know that weird feeling when you KNOW without question you WILL make the shot ? I asked the friend “You want him?” “Yeah.” I drew my Super Blackhawk with magnum loads (all I used back then) and swung the gun along the path of the running jackrabbit. It had now turned, as they do, and was running broadside WAY out there. I tripped the trigger one handed and it fell over. I twirled the gun on my finger and slid it back in the holster in my best TV Western style and nodded. The best Joe Cool style I ever mustered in my life.
BRET YOU KILLED ALVIN THE CHIPMUNK ! Terrible just terrible 😂🐿️🦦
Not me, but my Grandpa. When I was 11 or 12 my Grandpa took me and a single shot .22 out to some fields where there were lots of cottontails. I usually shot that rifle pretty well, but that day I couldn't come near to hitting anything. My Grandpa gave me a disappointing look, shook his head and said something about being able to hit that rabbit with a rock. I muttered something negative whereby my Grandpa picked up a rock and hurled it at that bunny....hit it right in the head and killed it! He said nothing but went over picked up the rabbit, walked back to the truck and waited for me to get in to go home. Unfortunately I'm still a lousy shot.
Okay, that’s funny. Things like that make grandpas legendary! Roy
I think my best shot at least the most memorable shot..1991 I was taking my CCW safety class for my pistol permit.. one on one with the instructor... He had a 38 special 4 in .. a p p k 380.. and a 1911 .45 .. the emphasis was on safety and could I cock and uncock/ decock .. make the pistol safe.. and made sure I was handling the guns in a safe manner... I shot the 45 for the first time in my life which the target was at 50 ft..& got a 1-in group at 50 ft... The instructor asked me again so this is the first time you ever shot a 1911 45....yes .. he said that's a fantastic group especially for the first time shooting a 45.. so I guess that was my best shot at least the most memorable
I grew up on a horse farm, the best shot I ever made was in the mid-1980’s, at night with dad’s M-1 Carbine. Mom was awakened to the horses running in a panic being chased by something, and woke up dad who woke me. Dad grabbed a flashlight and I grabbed the Carbine and ran outside. There was enough ambient light to see that the horses were being chased by a feral dog (a sad but not common problem in the country where irresponsible people would drive their unwanted dogs out to a rural spot and abandon them to fend for themselves, the ones that survived usually began attacking someone’s livestock or pets).
Without thinking I shouldered the Carbine and let loose with a single shot and saw the dog tumble. Dad and I walked to where the dog fell and found that I somehow managed to hit it in the head while it was at a dead run from about 170 yards away. While we were walking to the shed to get a shovel to bury the dog with, dad told me “that little rifle is yours now”. Dad passed away many years ago, but I still have that M-1 Carbine.
Wow, what a story. It’s amazing what a gun can mean to us when it connected to our family like that. And you’re sure right about the feral dogs. Roy
Model 36, 25 feet, 35mm film canister, one shot. I could never do that today.
Does your best shot have to be a target, a critter, or do bad guys also count??
You get extra points for bad guys …. Roy
My best ones happened with my in-laws present.
We went to sight in hunting rifles at 100 yards. On the way up to the backstop to staple up targets I found a Pepsi can and an empty shotgun shell. I placed them in a stump at 100 yards. Told my grandfather-in-law, "when we get back to the line I'm going to shoot that with my pistol." He shrugged his shoulders.
Back at 100 yards I pulled my Beretta 92 out of my back pocket and sent that shotgun shell end-over-end with the first double action shot, off-hand. De-cocked it and put it back in my back pocket. Later, when nobody was watching. I missed the Pepsi can.... 15 times....
The other is too long of a story but it was a dead-on 300 Mag. hit at what they THOUGHT was 1,000 yards. In reality it was a bit more that 1/2 of that......they can't judge range!
Didn't care for opening montage.
If you didn't eat it you shouldn't have shot it.
2 stories, first I'm about 15 or so and hunting with my best friend and his dad on our farm. "Legal hunting hours had departed and we were heading for home we are walking on a service road next to a drain ditch. I used to have good hearing (prior to the invention of hearing protection) and I could hear a duck's wings just above me, I could see the silhouette of a duck, I had my single shot .410 pointing back behind us and twisted it towards the bird, shot from the hip and I heard the duck land in the field to our left. My friends dad thought I couldn't have hit it but I said I was sure I did. I climb over the berm into the field of harvested field corn, I walked about 25 yards into the field and brought back the duck. Neither my friend or his dad believed me but the bird was in my hands. Second story, Good friend and I are hunting jackrabbits out west during one of their cycles of too many rabbits. No limit and since they usually carried brucellosis they were uneatable. We are walking about 75 yards apart in the sagebrush a mile or so from a reservoir and have jumped a few jacks. I happen across a dirt road that is angling away from me about 45 degrees from my friend. As I start to cross the road a big Jackrabbit is walking away from me with front feet being lower than the hind feet he is trying to not be seen by my friend. Not realizing that we are aiming at the same rabbit I aim for his butt and not knowing that my friend is aiming for his head we shoot as close to the same time as could possibly be. His shot took head from ears forward leaving lower jaw, my shot went into it's butt and field dressed the animal . He was shooting a ruger.223 bolt action and I was shooting a 22-250 Remington.
My best shot ever was with a Smith Model 53 .22Jet. I was about 16 at the time, I’m 76 now, so you do the math. Back in those times we had quail, so we killed every feral cat that we could because they wrecked havoc on the quail population. This happened at night, and as my buddy was bringing me home from the movies I saw a cat run out from our yard into the pasture. He left, and I went into the house and retrieved my revolver and a two cell flashlight. I was wearing a cowboy straw hat at the time, this comes into play later😊. I walked up to the pasture fence and began sweeping the dark for the cat. I finally saw him at about fifty yards but he hightailed it when the light hit him. When he finally stopped it was a long way off. I rested my wrists on top of a fence post with the flashlight laid on the brim of my hat where I could see the sights. My target was two gleaming eyes in the dark. I squeezed the trigger, the eyes disappeared, and I went into the house hoping I didn’t wake Dad and went to bed. The next morning I walked outside and I could see a small black and white spot in the pasture. I got through the fence and paced off 124 paces to the dead cat. At the risk of being gory, the cat was struck in the mouth. Like I said folks, it was a different time, and as I type this I have one cat on the back porch and one on the front, and they both were adopted after someone hauled them out to the country and kicked them loose. 😊
Us old geezers who have been shooting handguns forever? 4 or 5 of us go out in the 'field' to shoot. Pretty relaxed but... we are 'competitive' Sooo.... end of the day we all vote on 'best shot of the day' I hit a quarter taped to a pallet at 20+ yards first shot with a Uberti SAA clone in .357. My buddy one day hit a walnut first shot at the same distance with my Uberti SAA in 44 spl. The coolest tho was taking his daughters out to learn some handgun shooting. I had my Colt Python along with lots of other handguns... so the girls said "aren't you going to shoot?" I held out a shaky hand and said that 'no.. I need a few beers in me to calm down' but I rarely shoot when teaching new people... So end of the day we are packing up... they were pumped from hitting 12oz sodas at around 10 yards or so. They asked if I wanted to shoot before we packed it all in... I held out my now steady hand and said "yeah... I think I can shoot now" Sooo there was this spray paint can about 20 yards away.... I was sitting at the pic a nic table.. DA... I hit it at around 20 yards but... while it was in the air I actually hit it again and then hit it four more times as it got farther and farther away.... I have NEVER shot that well before! One thing.... me and my buddy both built Hawken 50 caliber rifles from kits... We had no idea how they shot. at 110 yards we had a bunch of 2 liter sodas..... We load the things up with some load we read about and cast balls that someone else had made and looked pretty bad.... His first shot.... through the smoke... we saw a 2 liter disintegrate! Ok... so.... now it my turn ... I actually destroyed another 2 liter! since then we have realized that these are actually real accurate rifles. I tell everyone I am no rifle shot..always shot handguns... But as you say.... The skills sorta translate. I have a Garand.. I read where the front sight covers 18" at 200 yards.. I actually use front sights on irons to judge distance anyway.. Problem is... I am really aware of drop with handguns but no idea with rifle. Never bothered to learn. figure at any distance I will shoot the iron sight rifle it will pretty much be point of aim.
In the early 80s, while on Active duty in the Corps, I was hunting chairman for the KBay Rod and Gun Club. I coordinated hunts to Kahoolawe, a bombing range in between two of the major islands in the Hawaiian chains. We would fly Marines to the island and drop them for a four day hunt, for Goats. Yup, Goats. The U. S. had dropped TB infected Goats on the island during WWII for a possible biowar project that never materialized and then left them there. The TB strain died out but the goats flourished... and overpopulated and were devastating the vegetation on the 1 mile wide three mile long island. The native Hawaiian people sued the Government to deal with the goats, which had been the vacation spot of their KING and won. The courts ordered the Government to dedicate 365 Man DAYS per year to control or eradication of the goats.
I went on one of the hunts, and standing on a flat lava plain, talking with another hunter planning our next move, a male goat came blasting across the plain. I couldn't use my rifle nor could he use his... both were slung over our shoulders and to bring them to bear either of us would have had to swing thru the other hunter. I drew my 6" Colt Trooper 357, turned and tracked the Goat, as I thumbed the hammer back, and sqeeeeeezed. Boom... perfect Heart / Lung shot on the crossing goat with witnesses. Half Luck/Half Skill.
Okay, 75% Luck... but I still have that rack mounted in the den.
My best was my first rifle deer. I was a teenager, had no clue. So my friend, his mom and dad and my dad went deer hunting. My friend and my dad were going to walk this long ravine and his dad and mom and I went to the end. We had three tags so my friend was not carrying a rifle and his mom was just tagging along. A doe and a fawn ran out into a field. They were a long way off. I was using my uncle's 22-250 which isn't a deer rifle anyway. My friend's dad said you might as well try it. So a held a foot or a foot and a half over the shoulder, having no idea what the trajectory was. I let one fly and my friend's mom just started laughing. The doe had dropped like a sack of spuds. My friend's dad said we need more deer, might as well try the other one. I used an identical sight picture and got the same result. Me being a dumb kid, I didn't have any idea what I had done. We went out to dress them and my friend's mom just started laughing again. I had hit them both right between the eyes. We guessed the range at 400 yards but this was before range finders. I have no idea how far it really was. Anyway, my first ever deer with a rifle and I'm sure I have never topped the luck.