Loss of accuracy?

[JD]

In another thread, I was busting Term's chops about killing a tree instead of a deer. It made me start thinking about times where things did not necessarily work out like they should have. I thought this would be a fun thing for everyone to discuss. Hunting, shooting, what ever floats your boat. LOL

1. Opening morning of the first shotgun season in 1999, I had a beautiful 140 class buck com out at 50 yards. He was feeding in the alfalfa field, completely unaware of my presence. He finally gave me a nice broadside, and I took aim. He was looking to his left. As I shot, he quickly moved his head to look behind him. He fell like a stone, never moving an inch. When I walked up to him, I saw what I had done. The slug had entered right behind the shoulder, exited the off side behind the shoulder, then hit the left main beam breaking it right above the G1. oops

2. At the shooting range one day. Someone had left an old milk can on the range. I got the bright idea to shoot it, with my 20ga. It was 15-20 yards out, and at the shot I went down fast. Hmm, shooting a metal object such as that with #8 birdshot was not the best idea I have ever had. My legs were peppered very well. oops

3. Same shooting range. I was sitting at a bench, shooting my Winchester Model 70 in 338 Win Mag at 100 yards. I was testing some new handloads that day. I had just finished up with the 250gr Nosler Partitions, and had just switched to 225gr Spire Points. On the second shot, I saw something for a split second. Then, WHACK! The bullet had hit a rock, and the jacket separated from the core and came back to the firing line where it smacked me int he forehead. Nothing terrible, but had a cut. oops


4. I left this one for last. We went out rabbit hunting on my friends farm. We were walking the ditch, and the rabbits were somewhere else. We decided to shoot up an old can we found while walking. We set it up on a stump, and stepped back 20 or 30 yards. We were carrying our 22's that day. Anyways, I started in. Bang..clang, bang...clang, bang...clang, bang..clang, bang..clang. Odd, the can is still standing? We walked up, and the can didn't have one hole in it. Hmmm? We walked on past, right through the 6' grass behind where we had the can set up. There sat a 78 Ford F100 Ranger, complete with 5 bullet holes in the radiator. oops
The truck was not supposed to be there. We had never seen it before, and we never saw it again. No idea who was trespassing that day, we never found them. My guess is they had a rude awakening on the drive back into town. Maybe they learned a lesson that day.LOL

[ned]

JD brother... this stuff has to be true because it would be impossible to make it up. I couldn't stop myself..

[mrdlschmidt]

[passinthru]

Oh thats good stuff there!!!

[allhunter]

hahaha jd that stuffs is hilarious i love it

[terminator]

Let's see here??? Right off the top of my poor hairless head I can think of 3 misses with a rifle, 1 with a muzzleloader and numerous with a bow since I have been hunting deer the past 30 years or so. I will share some more humility with my story about missing with my muzzleloader. I was hunting a local WMA on an either sex hunt with some high expectations of putting some meat on the ground. You can't expect anything less when you are hunting from "The Killing Tree" can you??? It was an evening hunt about 30 minutes before dark and right on cue comes a mature doe to my left. Everything seemed to be textbook! I had a perfect broadside shot at 30 yards on a doe that seemed to be very relaxed. I was hunting without a scope as this was before they were legal to use on primitive hunts in Georgia. I raised the old smokepole to lay her in her tracks! This was a give me shot by all means! I fired the muzzleloader to see her run about 10 yards in front of me without a scratch. I couldn't believe it, I didn't even cut a hair!!! She then started feeding just in front of my stand as if nothing happened. I reloaded as quickly and quietly as possible as she was feeding down the hill. She turned facing directly at me and I aimed just between both shoulders and fired. She dropped like a rock! I went to inspect my shot and I had shot her head nearly clean off! I then examined my sights on the rifle and the sight screw had worked its way loose! I was shooting about a foot high at 30 yards! LOL....