Let me start this thread: I once shot a heart shot on a 3D deer at about 50 or 60 yards after saying something like: Let me show you how it's done.
(of course this awesome shot was luck)
What is your called for unbelievable shot?
F-Manny
Once while turkey hunting in the Loess Hills with my son. We saw an old bucket about 70 or so yards down the hill with the open end straight at us. I took a loaded HTM and called the center. I was about 1/2 inch right of center. Actually my best shot was an orange golf ball while we were on ground squirrel patrol along the local golf course. I gave the orange golf ball a hardy over hand throw towards the open pasture and shot with an 85 pound Big Five. The steel blunt connected, knocking the golf ball off to the right at about 30 yards. In both cases the witnesses declare the Great DL, dumb luck, and claimed that I couldn't do it again, They were right, so I didn't try.
I once had one of those giant black and yellow bumble bees flying around my target, I was back at 20 yards and said watch this. The first shot was a clean miss but the second split that suck right in two mid flight. Pure luck lol!
A few years ago we crested a rise and right away saw two grouse about fifteen yards sitting on a log facing away. I whispered to my friend you take the one on the left I will take the other. Then jokingly said,,..when you miss I will take that one too. He was shooting a compound, the latest and greatest, I an old Hill, we both shot about the same time. My arrow decapitated my bird. His smacked into the log. His bird took wing and my second arrow center punched him about ten feet in the air. We both stood there with our jaws open. I was able to get mine shut and act like no big deal before he saw me....
When my son was 5 he had a little toy bow with suction cup tipped arrows. Squirrel season was in so we walked in to the oak grove behind the house. A squirrel ran up the side of a tree about 15 yards away, and my son said "take him dad". Without much thought I raised my bow and let the string loose. The arrow took the squirrel off the tree and down over the hill about another 15 yards. My longer legs allowed me to get to the "now very angry squirrel" and dispatch it before he caught up.
He later told his kindergarten buddies what a terrific bowshot his dad was. He's 38 years old now!
One day I was complaining to my friend about how my shooting was inconsistent. I told him, "Sometimes I can call a shot and hit it right on, but sometimes I'm way off. Watch this... I'll shoot an arrow into this hole (pointing to a single arrow hole in my foam target) right now, and I know I'll hit it." I walked back to about 12 yards and then shot an arrow perfectly into that hole. I couldn't believe I called it! But I just took it all in stride and said,"See what I mean?"
Before I had my first decent trad bow, I use to make bows using bent sticks and a piece of string. For an arrow I used an old compound arrow. My bows were usually really short and I only drew them maybe 20". One day my uncle picked an apple off of one our trees and asked if I could hit it and I said of course. It was partly sarcasm, but I thought I might be able to hit. What I didn't expect was for him to throw the apple up in the air. I don't know how I did it but the next thing I knew I had skewered the apple and my uncle was staring at me with this stunned look on his face. He still talks about that shot. I knew that it was just dumb luck so I haven't attempted it since.
I called and hit a Coke can that had to be at least 75yd out in a field we entered.
I called a shot once...and missed :biglaugh:
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Originally posted by Michael Arnette:
I called a shot once...and missed :bigsmyl:
Great stories everyone, thank you!
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F-Manny
At the stump shoot in Rockwood N.Y.........30-35 yards at a spray paint can on a stump. Center punched it with my Hill bow named "Oscar". I even surprised myself.
Not exactly the same thing. One of the fellows we shoot with always wanted for everyone to put a dollar in the pot, then someone would call the next target, but it couldn't be from the stake. Closest arrow wins the pot. One day as the group was approaching the next target, he called for the bet, then said the target was the white trash on the path ahead. He drilled it perfectly, and when we approached, found that it was a VERY dirty diaper. I think that arrow is still there.
Murray
I was out stumping with a buddy and he nailed a spot at about 25 yards on an old fir stump. I looked at him and said "OK buddy, your nock's comin' right off." He looked at me with that "yeah, right" kinda grin. I took my shot, blew his nock off and gave him the same look. Couldn't do it again if you put a gun to my head but it was sure sweet when it happened.
well, last fall we were in the back yard in da UP, after dinner with light fast leaving us. The four of us were roving, shooting at whatever caught our eye.
We set up a hard plastic dog retrieval dummy, stuck upright in the sand. We try for its rope eye at maybe ten to fifteen yards.
On this occasion, we were goofing around and it got dark. We brought out one of those high beam flashlights and kept goofing around. It was now dark and we were maybe 65 yards away from that little dummy. Mike shined the light and Dave and Todd shot, getting close. I queued up, got ready to draw. then told Mike to turn off the light. He did, I drew and aimed at the darkness where I just saw my target, and a half second later heard it hit... I won't tell you about all the misses I made that same evening.
I was finishing up shooting for the day walking back to the house I seen a water bottle at least 50 yards that my boy was shooting at with a bb gun . I bore a hole in with focus and then my arrow did!!! I was so happy then my head wouldn't fit in the doorway to the house.lol
we were at camp in Maine some years ago messing around with judos and I saw this surveyors tape at 50+ yrds and announced that I was going to cut the branch right off!!gripped it n ripped it and the judo didn't exactly cut it off but.....
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Great stories!
I took my boys out for some stump shooting one day. They had some ambidextrous easton recurves that were about 15# at my draw & some cheap kid arrows from Rose City. The boys were about 6 & 4. After flinging arrows for a while, I tried to explain archery golf to them. They weren't quite understanding so I thought I'd try a demonstration & asked for one of their bows & an arrow. From up on a hill, I said, "You see that pipe sticking up at about 70 yards out? I'm going to fling an arrow & see how close I can get." I figured the arrow would land only 40-50 yards out. Pointing it way up in the air and way off to the right, we all watched the arrow sail up slowly, arc & then accelerate toward the ground, landing at the base of the pipe, just off to the right with the feathers touching it.
My new four band sling shot, down in the basement. "Let me show you how much power this thing has." GRINK off the frame, DRUNG off the furnace duct, CADILANK off of my to be fixed stash of arrows, BENG off a pipe,TONK off the washer, GRUCK off the corner of door window frame, and finally THUNK OUWE OUWE on the back of my head. 'I told you this think had power.'
I shot a wasp in half. that was cool. My best friend witnessed it and said it was the coolest shot he's seen with any bow or gun to date.
Also got stopped by a game warden for "poaching" while stump shooting. I told him I was just keeping in practice shooting stumps and bugs. He cut me an eye like I was full of the stinky stuff and said, "Like that dragonfly over there? That's a bug. You got one shot. Hit it and you've got my attention. Miss and you've got my ticket." The dragonfly was about 13-15 yards out and I said, "Sure thing. That's exactly what I came out here to do." and low and behold I nailed it. When I hit it he said he couldn't tell if I split the bug or just the leaf it was on. I found half of him and retrieved it. Wardens in that area were obnoxiously aggressive. From that day on I never once had a single one stop and ask me anything other than if I've had a good time.
I was shooting on my property with a younger neighbor who I was teaching how to shoot. I had a judo on and told him to jam a stick into the ground about 50 yards away. I proceeded to hit the stick first try which amazed him to no end.
QuoteOriginally posted by GDPolk:
I shot a wasp in half. that was cool. My best friend witnessed it and said it was the coolest shot he's seen with any bow or gun to date.
Also got stopped by a game warden for "poaching" while stump shooting. I told him I was just keeping in practice shooting stumps and bugs. He cut me an eye like I was full of the stinky stuff and said, "Like that dragonfly over there? That's a bug. You got one shot. Hit it and you've got my attention. Miss and you've got my ticket." The dragonfly was about 13-15 yards out and I said, "Sure thing. That's exactly what I came out here to do." and low and behold I nailed it. When I hit it he said he couldn't tell if I split the bug or just the leaf it was on. I found half of him and retrieved it. Wardens in that area were obnoxiously aggressive. From that day on I never once had a single one stop and ask me anything other than if I've had a good time.
That's what I call pressure!
My son told me about a guy who asked to shoot his friends arrow at a turkey target. It was a tight shot but the shooter said something along the lines of "watch this" the arrow was spined too weak for the bow and came out fishtailing hard. It busted in a bunch of pieces as it bounced off the trees along the way.
My son said it was spectacular :knothead: :biglaugh:
I worked at a lumber yard for years so I'd collect any styrofoam I could come up with from damaged material to shipping material. I'd cut it up and make 2' x 2' blocks out of it. One evening while shooting, My cousin took aim and hit the bullseye dead center. When he did it flipped the target up. So his arrow was now fletching pointed toward the sky and I said I'm gonna shoot into the target and T-bone your arrow... I shot and we heard a crack, when he went to pull his arrow out it was skewered by my arrow. We had to pull mine out to remove his. Only a few carbon fibers on each side of his arrow held it together. Thats been 16years ago and we still talk about it today!
I was at a bow shoot somewhere around 1990. It was my first real year shooting trad. We had just finished up a "shootoff" to separate a tie in one of the compound classes. The tie breaker was a small crab apple placed on the target butt at about 35 yards.
After the two shooters shot off, a few of us began some random shooting at the bails. I looked at the crab apple (maybe 2" in dia.) and said, "watch this". I drew, released, and proceeded to hit the apple perfectly in the center from 35 yards.
There were a couple dozen people watching, all compound shooters. I heard several guys say, "do it again!", and "he doesn't even have sights!"
I promptly pulled my arrow and walked away quietly!! :biglaugh:
It was deer season 1998, The rut was on hot and heavy. My dad and I decided to head out early for a evening hunt on our property back east. We came to where we split up. As I approached my stand I heard the distinctive sound of something coming my way fast, so I nocked an arrow just as a big mature doe busted out of the honey suckle 30 yards away. She literally stopped 8-10 yards away from me, she kept looking behind her. A few seconds later a 10 pointer emerged from the honey suckle hot on her trail. He stopped at the very same spot as the doe just stood, 8-10 yards from me, but quartering towards me. He stood there what seemed like forever. I decided to take the shot. As soon as he looked behind him, I drawled my bow and released. My arrow slammed hard into his front portion of his shoulder blade heading towards his broiler room. Looked as if I had about 16-18 inches of penetration as he crashed off back through the honey suckle.
I gave it about 20 minutes and then I slowly backed out as quiet as possible. I went to get my father and we gave it another hour before we started to track him, ever so slowly and quiet. About 100 yards into our tracking we jumped several deer so we backed out and swung down toward the creek that was some what flooded. To our surprise, the buck jumped up with my arrow clearly visible, 30 yards away and went crashing into the creek. Both of us literally ran to the creeks edge. The buck emerged from the creek on the other side with a burst of energy stopping just ten yards on the other side looking up the hill as if seeing where to go. I noched another arrow and drew my bow. I could only see partial of the bucks neck, base of the skull because of a tree that was between us and him. I can still hear my dad whispering to me, make it count as I let my arrow fly. My arrow dusted off the edge of that tree and continued on to the base of the bucks neck, dropping him instantly in his tracks! The shot was 45 yards. I never took another quartering to me shot again. My dad still talks about that shot as if it was yesterday. The bow that I was shooting that day was a Martin Dreamcatcher, 55@28, tipped with a Zwickey 2 blade. As for the buck, he is mounted on my wall. One of my most memorable hunts.
I was elk hunting with Fred Eichler about 12 years ago and I had known him for a few years then so I wasn't just a client but someone that he could jazz some.
On the way down the mountain we see his truck parked I would guess at least 100 yards away if not 150. He goes "the closet one that shoots to the truck wins" My reply was "are you an idiot one of us is going to hit the truck and we will be stranded."
Well there was a piece of wood the size of a laptop ten yards in front of the truck in the road. He takes the shot and goes over it by about a foot sticking in hill of the road. And yells out "that shot would have killed a deer" I figured I'm never going to hear the end of this so I tilt my bow arm way up and let fly and we watch as the arrow hits the wood perfectly. We both look at each other astonished and I won't tell you what we both said. Luckiest shot I ever made.
Way back I was invited by my mentor in archery to go to my first 3D shoot. He was beating me soundly until about 1/2 way through we had a 20 yd deer target. His arrow hit something in the kill, bounced out and hung across the kill zone vertically. I said "double points" if I hit your arrow. He laughed and said go for it. Yep cut his arrow in half and got a 10.
Mike
Years back a friend of mine and I were out at a 3-D shoot. We come across one of those giant frog targets, and my friend says a buck for who hits closest to the eye? I said sure, I'll hit the eye! So I shoot.....and he just hands me the dollar when I centered it....lol