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I shot a clean in the off-hand stage of a HP match. 22 shots all in the 10 ring. The 22nd shot was excruciatingly difficult to break. I was shaking a little after it was over. If I remember correctly I bombed the sitting and dropped five points. LoL! Talk about snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.
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I "Robin Hooded" 2 aluminum arrows when I was target shooting with my bow. One arrow is buried about 12" in the other - totally lined up. I still have it and should take a picture. Some believed it couldnt be done. Of course I was a poor grad student and the loss of 2 arrows was significant.
I haven't really shot a bow since.
Super Trooper said:Oh that little guy? I wouldn't worry about that little guy...
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What is the best shot everyone has made? not the luckiest, but the best. The one were you knew you had hit the target before the bullet had. When you knew before you tried that you were going to hit it.
Easily, the last deer I shot in Ohio about 20-years ago. It was the end of a cold crappy day. One of those 38-degree, cold light misty rain days. I was hunkered down in the pit of a long gone corn silo. it was surrounded by trees in the middle-edge of a cornfield and formed a pit where you could escape the wind. I about had enough and as I started to gather up me gear and take a final sip of my lukewarm coffee, I heard a gunshot way off in the distance. Thinking nothing of it, I continued to pack up my kit bag and as I rose up I heard the ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump of hooves on the cold semi-frozen cornfield. I peered over the edge of the silo and in the distance I saw a buck tearing across the field - heading on a diagonal toward the silo. he was about 300-yards out. No, I didn't shoot him from there, but I did slowly bring up my .58 Zouave and cocked it. Resting it on the edge of the silo, I watched him continue toward me. At about 100-yards, he slowed to a quick trot, looked over his shoulder and continued on. I lead him with the Lyman sight, (iron circle with a wire crosshair), I squeezed the trigger right when his nose hit the inside of the circle and through the boom and the smoke heard a "THWAP!" and saw his legs curl up like landing gear. He skidded to a stop - the shot was about 75-yards and that 575gr Minieball made him just exit the earth. No running, no kicking, no flailing, no blood trail to follow - he met his maker - beautiful 225lb Ohio buck.