Toot your own horn ? what is the Best shot you have made, that ring's out in your head? There's are probly many. But there's alway's that vivid #1. Happy Holiday's
The first arrow I shot out of a traditional setup!
Sitting on a bucket, shooting at a foam turkey, surrounded by compoumd guys with a Osage self bow that I made. The shot was about 18 yards down hill and the high tech boys were going to let me shoot thru. I "ten'd" the turkey and those six guys did not. You could here a pin drop when that cedar shaft thumped that target!!
On foam: shooting with some wheelie friends,we placed a red golf ball on the 3d deers nose, too dark to see very well but my buddy had a new lighted sight. stepped back to 50 paces and launched an arrow into the beans. I let loose and drilled the golf ball.
On game: An old mature doe that I had just missed at 5FEET. Bleated to her and she circled around me about 45yds out got down wind and slipped in on the same trail turned boadside at 27yds and stopped. Then it was OVER a branch, around some brush, UNDER a branch and 'tween two trees, to double lung a FULLY alert mature doe. That all took about 20 minutes to play out and my nerves had about had it.
TOOT,TOOT.
Chuck
One of my most memorable hunts....I had a buck that decided to get around me by going above me on a steep Iowa bluff. The shot looked close, not sure why, but when I paced it off it was close to 40 yards. The arrow took him from the underside at the arm pit and went out the top of his back. Trifecta, heart and both lungs. Then walking out in the dark, there was a fawn in my line of travel back to my truck. I kept my head lamp on it and continued walking towards it. It wouldn't budge. I ended up walking right up to it and slapping it in the butt!
On a target; A sea shell at about 33 paces in the dunes one evening with a couple of buddies. They picked the target thinking i would not hit it. I wasn't sure I would either. Didnt tell them that though !
On Game; A charging ground hog at 5 paces. OK, maybe he wasn't charging. I missed him at 27 paces clean, then he came running back to his den. When he paused at the entrance I was ready again. Was for sure he was gonna naw my leg off. It was close.
Hands down, my javelina shot last Oct. First hunt, first harvest. I'd been watching two javies and one got closer and closer. I don't remember releasing, but time seemed to go freeze frame on me... I saw the arrow in the air... saw it hit the javie... saw the javie jump up in the air, turning... saw the arrow in the javie with feathers on one side and head out the other... saw the arrow go through and fall... saw the javie come down on the ground and start running. Then time seemed to go normal again. The javie ran in a 3/4 circle, ending up in some mesquite about 15 yards to my right. The mesquite, shook violently for a very short time, then went still. Whole sequence couldn't have taken more than maybe ten to twelve seconds. Shot was about ten yards. I waited about ten minutes... no more movement or shaking bushes. I stepped back out of my blind so I could look over into the mesquite. Javie was lying dead between two bushes. I can still see the whole thing frame by frame every time I think of it. My first hunt, my first harvest.
My first day with trad gear. I was shooting at 7 yards just trying to figure out how to hit the target without any sights. My wife came around the house as I was coming up the hill to take a break. She asked how it was going and I said watch this. The shot was 40 yards down hill, I drilled the target dead center. She couldnt believe I did it. The bad thing is I havent been able to do it again since that one shot.....Roy
10 days after buying my first hunting longbow, 2 javelina were running past at 15 yards. No time to think. Time, sequence, instincts took over & speared the lead pig exactly where I expected. Hills/style LB since 31 straight years.
Walking back to the truck south of Prudhoe you will often find 2" wide surveyors sticks off the road a bit. One was near the truck and about 150 yards away. I arched an arrow at it, walked up and pulled my arrow. It was stuck in the ground with the feathers touching the stick about half way up. Should have bought a lottery ticket.
My first 3D shoot I went to was a big traditional only event in WA and there were over 100 people there. I had only been shooting trad for a month or two and I came along with my trusty Bear Montana longbow. They had a black bear target at 100yds. I just hail marry'd and arrow through the sky and watched and listened in amazement as my cedar arrow landed right in the 10 ring and the whole crowd said "HOLY $#*@!" I did really well on the rest of the course too and took 7th place. I never did shoot at that bear again though cause I knew it was pure luck!
Ken
Very windy, west central South Dakota in November. Was stump shooting with a friends father, for whom I just built a longbow.
As we approached the camp, I said "let's try for the corner post" This fence was over 100 yards away. He drew and aimed and I told him. . higher, higher, he adjusted, released, and missed the post by only 6-10 feet. After appropriate hoots and hollars, it was my turn.
I can't do anything the easy way, I decided that I was gonna do it weird and I drew to anchor, held it up about 60 degrees and upwind and let er rip. (the arrow... silly).
It flew up and almost out of sight, turned and started down. The wind caught it and it drifted, down down down PLUNK it bounced off the post !
Couldn't believe it and neither could "dad". Course, I told him I planned all of it (and he knew I was lying out my rear end. . .) Anyway. . without a doubt, that one was my best.
ChuckC
I was walking with a friend leading in a place where we could find some boars,on the way downhillI saw a hare 65ys,one shot one kill.It never moved.
I worked at a fire tower this past summer. At these sites a person is left pretty much alone for 5 months with 1 grocery delivery per month. Its a good thing my province has an open season on Rabbits and Squirrels since they were my primary source of protien. Anywho its about 9pm and I have just climbed down my tower for the day and am washing a few dishes when I notice a Rabbit in the backyard eating clover. Now these Rabbits have become pretty jumpy this past month with me shooting arrows all over the place, so I try to plan a stalk. They have heard my squeaky door enough times so that they bolt whenever they hear it, so I figure I'll be sneaky and climb through the kitchen window. Well half way out the window I snag my shorts and fall flat on my back on the rasberry bush outside. I figured the Rabbit probably bolted due to the noise of the crash (not to mention my squeal of fright) but decide to proceed with the stalk anyway. Well my luck has held and the Rabbit is still there, except he has hopped to the end of the yard due to all the commotion. Now the only cover between me and him is the stand that holds my shacks gravity fed water tank. No matter what I try I just can't seem to find a shot through the stands bracing. Then I find one. I have to kneel with my upper body horizontal to the ground and the bow itself completely horizontal. Now I am figuring there is no way in hell I could hit a Rabbit in this pose at 5 yards, let alone this Rabbit which is sitting at 30. But I am hungry so I draw back, pick a spot and loose.
Imagine my bloody surprise when the rubber blunt smacks the Rabbit right behind the shoulder. I was almost more surprised than the Rabbit. Here is a pic of him.
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Oh and on a side note I made the worst shot of my life the next morning. Figured I could easily make a short shot at a Rabbit under my truck. The dent in my trucks door still keeps me humble.
My first shot at a live animal, a hen, I put the stalk on her then waited for the flock to come into range, made a perfect shot on the biggest one, it was awesome!
Have to be The first Elk I shot with Trad equipment. 16 yds Broadside Watched the arrow disappear behind her front leg, She had no Idea I was in the country. I remember it was like in slow motion, Watching the arrow rotate in motion on the way there. And the 60yd run and down she went in sight. Hunting has never been the same since. Just brings a whole new level to the life of hunting with just a stick and string.
The most recent...
I was in Custer, South Dakota, a couple of years ago for a few days. Went to the local archery shop. Walked in, unpacked my Pronghorn, put it together, shot the first arrow inside out in the X-ring on an NFAA target in front of a bunch of young compound shooters.
SHOULD have taken my bow apart at that point and walked out without a word. Didn't though, so they found out shortly that my first shot was blind luck.
33 years ago I was out stump shooting with a friend of mine. He picked a knot on a tree, about the size of a tennis ball, at least 60 yards away and told me to hit it. I let a Microflite go out of my Darton Magnum and center punched it. I don't know who was more suprised, him or me :) He told me to do it again and being no dummy, I declined. Still remember that one :thumbsup:
It was at a 3d shoot the first year I swithed to trad gear and I took a beat on an elk about 60-65 yards and drilled the 11 ring it was awesome
First elk hunt iwth a trad bow. 60# sley longbow.
After chasing bulls all day, we made one last try. I bugled into the canyon and a bull answered below. We had to circle the rim to get the wind right and headed out a near double time. A few hundred yards out my partner snapped his fingers and made a gesture meaning cow call. I dove for "charlie browns christmas tree" and hid. Looking up I see antlers coming through the trees headed right at me. He ducks and darts his way down the hill and goes behind a tree 10 yds away. My partner told me I drew the bow and held. When the bull cleared the tree he turned quartered to me at 7 paces. I remember looking at the forward crease fo the shoulder and thinking if I took the shot, it would be right there. My fletching buried in the spot and the bull turned and ran up hill. He was down in 50 yds.
I can close my eyes today and see it all happen again.
Mike
Bull Quail. I called a head shot at 60yard and made it. I figured it was head or miss the way I shot but never really expected to do anything but scare him. It was a rubber blunt and cleanly took his head off. Quail dinner. Big mountain quail.
I once made a for-fun shot with both feet pointing towards the target from about 15 yds. Perfect shot, right in the bullseye.
How about an almost. Been shooting so far over my head my nose was fixing to bleed. . . and took a long shot, 60 - 70 yards at a clump of stuff on the sand bank, right over the campfire.
You guessed it. I squarely hit the firewood sticking up out of the blaze and there stuck the arrow, getting cooked as I watched. great.
A friend and I were stumping and taking some really interesting shots. On the way back to the cabin, we saw my long handled shovel, stuck in the ground near the fire pit. We looked at each other and just knew what the next shot was.
There was still a sticker on the handle, maybe 2' above the ground. I just barely missed. . woulda killed any deer, but Jack. . . well, I need a new shovel.
ChuckC
I attended a novelty shoot at my archery club about two weeks after I got my first longbow. The shoot was a 15 target walk and stalk shoot where you would walk along the trail and when you saw an animal you took a shot. You could move foward and shoot but not move backwards at all.
The first target was a mule deer buck at 77 yards. I heard a lot of guys hooting and hollering as they missed the target with their wheelie bows. A couple of them even ribbed me that there was no way I would hit the first target. I walked down the course with my line judge and saw the first target. I aimed at a limb way above the target and let er fly. I hit the target perfect right and left and at the top of the 8 ring. My line judge and I had a good laugh, high fived and that so far has been my best shot.
I just remembered my best(ist) shot on foam:
I was shooting my recurve one day and the neighbor came out of his house and said "HI" so I walked over to chat. I had my recurve leaning up against my body while I used my hands to embelish the story I was relating. The bow fell down and my friend about broke his neck diving after it to no avail. He picked the bow up and looked as if I would have to throw it in the trash. I looked at it and said "lets see if the sights are nocked off" nocked an arrow from my poket quiver and centered my "kick" target(1ft sq.). about 70paces. I did not shoot again for him.
Chuck. . that's when it works the best. That's when people yell "W O W " and maybe they wanna try. I carry extra kleenex for when my nose bleeds.
ChuckC
It would have to be my frist shoot with a bow. My older brother had a bow and was roving around during a fishing trip. As big brothers are he would not let me try his bow out,no matter how I begged. I begged and begged then he finally let me shoot it. He had been trying to hit a post in the middle of a flat. This post was about 100 yard give or take a few yards and he missed time after time. Of course being the youngest I kept saying "I bet I could Hit that". Buy pure luck my very frist arrow flew to its mark and drilled the post right in the little 4"x4" square sign on it. I still don't think I could do It again. :archer: :archer:
My most memorable shot came when my (now) 3 year old son, finally showed some interest in what his daddy was always doing in the backyard. After talking to him about everything, and explaining how my bow worked, I center punched the target with an arrow. My son was shrieking in excitment and asked me to do it again. I drew and hit the target in the same spot, my first and only robin hood with trad equipment. Of course whenever the topic of hunting comes up my son has to tell everyone how his daddy is "robin hood" and I have to make sure to never shoot around those people as they will be expecting to much out of my shooting ability.
My most memorable shot was a kill shot on a running pig at about 8 yards. My buddy had just shot a pig with a compound when they exploded everywhere. Two ran by me and I center punched the second one on a dead run. He ran about 40 yards before going down.
For me it would be a cow elk I shot at 7 yds on the run. Double lung and cut the heart. She went 65 yds and dropped. Then it was time to whack and pack. She was 5.1 miles in, in roadless country. It was a long but very exciting and gratifying.
I would have to say this last summer at an Traditional shoot seeing my 12 year old son win a novelty shoot was even better. It was a flying goose. The object was to be the closest to the kill, a nickle size spot. The youth shot at 15 yds. and the adults at 25 yds. He beat everyone. At 15 yds he was 1 3/4" from the dot and then wanted to move back and put it 1 1/4" from the dot at 25 yds.
Brock
Got my first trad Robin Hood last spring with my mojostick but it was luck as the arrows were both outside the 4" bull by 3 or 4 inches at 18 yds.or so.Once when I was a kid I shot a dragonfly out of the air with my wristrocket at about 15 yards my friend didn't believe me so I had to wade a creek and search tall grass to make a retrieve to prove it,shoulda mounted that thing for all the work!Bill
this past year at a 3-d shoot, some compounders said, "you can shoot through, if you shoot from the open stakes." it was a feeding doe target. i guessed it was about 40 yards through the trees. needless to say, there was a loud roar when i center punched the x ring. i did not say a word, just casually walked through the group like it happens all the time. i see those guys all the time at local shoots and lets just say theres alot more respect for this tradguy!
Watching a bunch of guys trying to shoot a chipmunk at 55 plus yards on a old oak tree top that blew down. It would scramble this way and that way at every arrow. I thought I wouldn't waist an "arrow". Then they all emptied their quivers and the little fellow perched on top of a limb. All it took was one shot through the heart. LOL
It was a beautiful fall day and I headed to the woods early just to be there. Being it was around 2:30 in the afternoon I didn't want to get in the tree stand just yet because I knew if I did I'd start to get fidgety about the "bewitching" hr.. So I decided to do a little stalking/still hunting. I had just walked down one of my favorite ridges and decided to take a rest under a huge white oak tree over looking a small valley. I could see for a very long ways up and down the drawn from there. The warm sun felt so good filtering down through the leaves and limbs and added to the camouflage I was wearing.
I hadn't been there very long, maybe 30 minutes when I hear deer running across the way. It took me a bit to pinpoint exactly where the sounds were coming from but when I did it was primo. I see this doe making tracks and she's doing it in fine fashion too. She is doing a lot of zigging and zagging, just trying to stay a step or two ahead of this awesome buck that's dogging her for all he's worth.
I remember thinking "How cool is this?" Way!!!
as I sat there with an arrow on the string of my Thunderstick III. I thought to myself I bet that ole girl is going to lead him right by me on the deer trail that's about 8 ft away from the base of the tree I'm sitting under. I could visualize exactly how it would happen.
Things sort of start to pick up fast as the doe does exactly what I had already played out in my minds' eye. They've crossed the bottom and are headed straight up the hill along the deer trail.
Both deer went by me never knowing I was anywhere around. In one smooth motion I rise to one knee while pulling "bravehartes" string back to that well known anchor. As soon as I touch my spot and while I'm tracking their progress with a hole drilled into his boiler room, I released. I watched the arrow fly true to the point I had earlier envisioned it hitting. Mr. Buck never missed a step, he was so intent on keeping up with the doe that was just ahead of him running with her tongue out that he never knew he had just been killed.
I slumped back to a sitting position and just listened as both deer were now out of my field of view. It didn't take long for me to hear what I was listening for, the telltale sound of the buck crashing into the brush or a brushpile as the hillside was littered with them that Earl and I had made clearing out underbrush earlier that summer.
I got up, gathered up all that was laying about me because I knew if I found what I knew I was gonna find I'd be hard pressed to remember to come back for anything I might leave laying on the ground. Then I headed up the hill. The blood trail was there and Stevie Wonder could've followed it too..lol I made an abrupt left at the top of the hill staying on both the blood trail and the well worn deer trail they had taken. I'm now about 55 yds from where I was sitting when I look up the trail to witness such an awesome sight. I mean it looks like the ground has sprouted antlers. Racing forward at this point I just can't wait to get my hands around that rack.
My God! He is one beautiful buck! I pause for a moment and give a little prayer of thanks. I then put down my bow and just as my hands touch those monstrous horns I get a tremendous jolt as my wife shakes my shoulder.
I was so happy, but I was also in my lazyboy and I had just experienced the hunt of a life time and now I realize I don't have to drag anything out nor do I have to deal with field dressing a deer..
Wahoo! Man! What a hunt!!! and all without leaving the comfort of my chair.
This is a real story and still one of my favorite hunts.
Thanks for reading!
God bless,Mudd
Last summer:
I took the nock off a buddy's compound-shot arrow at 55yds ( after he dared me to just "hit the target" from that range) on our local 3-d course.
I didn't offer to try it again though!
Cool story, Mudd. Sure wish I had those kind of dreams on a regular basis, lol.
Well, my bell-ringer/tooter was a hunting shot 12 years ago on November 24th. A wide-racked buck came trotting towards me and stopped directly under my tree stand. He stood motionless looking intently for that "other" grunting buck. As I looked down at the top of his head (a mere 5 ft. below my feet), the steam from his breath wafted up towards me on that cold and calm morning.
After a few heart-pounding moments, he moved quickly away from me and I drew back, but there was too much cover for a shot. He stopped again about 40 yards out, sniffing around in the leaves. I grunted again and he came back quickly, but stopped behind a thick bush at about 5 yards. Again, he stood motionless looking intently for that "other" grunting buck.
Like the first time, after a few heart-pounding moments he moved quickly and by the time I reached anchor he was 18 yards out, quartering away and headed for the next county. My arrow sliced through his liver and exited his right lung. Was it a lucky shot? Maybe and maybe not.
But two things I am sure of.... 1) I've not had a hunting adrenaline rush like that since then, and 2) I missed that same buck 23 days prior that morning, a half mile away on the other side of the property!
Yes, it rings out in my head and I will always remember that morning (and that shot) as if it happened yesterday. Thanks for asking!
A few years back I was shooting with my son at the local 3D range.We were at the shooting butts.They have them set 10-50 yards.We shoot the 10-30 yard targets.My son asked me to shoot the 50.Drew back and let it go.We couldnt see where it hit.Walked down and it was in the x.Never did that again.
The thing that brought me back to Trad!
I was at a 4-H shooting booth at the local fair. I paid for my wife's young cousins to shoot a round at the 3-d targets. I had the itch to shoot so I bought a round for myself. There were a bunch of guys standing there watching. My first shot was a perfect shot on the standing bear. Then a perfect shot on the coyote and then a perfect shot on the turkey. At this point I was getting big headed and the guys told me to shoot at the ground hog. Perfect shot!
I had one arrow left and someone said put it between the eyes of the bear! Perfect shot! At this point the guys all bought another round for me and I put every arrow between the eyes of every target requested. Part of me was feeling lucky and part of me felt like I was Robin Hood. Hard to come down at a moment like that.
Switched to trad and although I am not shooting as well as I did that day, I enjoy every Shot which is exactly the opposite of my wheels! I would get frustrated at every bad shot.
My best to-date would have to be the shot I made on my buck this year. It was about 15 minutes before sunrise, pretty dim. There was a basketball sized hole through some pencil-sized limbs about 10 yards from the deer, which was broadside at 22 yards from my tree stand. I double-lunged him with my 46# Kanati. That shot replays in my mind just about every night before I drift off to sleep...with a smile on my face. :archer:
Best shot on foam was at a novelty 3D shootback in England. 140yds at a standing buffalo, first shot hit it square in the pro-kill ring! Mind you, the following 5 missed it by a mile :D
Doe I shot last week was at 43 good steps, close to 40 yards. I center punched her, taking both lungs she went only 30 yards from there. The arrow went all the way thru and stuck into a tree root behind her. This was by far the longest shot I had ever taken on a animal, but it all felt right.
My father and I went on a fishing / scouting / shooting trip up around some high mountain lakes. On the way back, we decided to take the long way around one of the lakes and cast to fish along the shore on the way. about halfway around the lake, which happened to be the narrowest part, we started talking about if our bows could shoot all the way across or not.
We both grabbed our worst arrows, and of course even though the opposite shoreline was better than 200yds away by our guess, we picked a target anyway as if we actually hit it... In this first pic about in the center, you can see a patch of snow come all the way to the shore, with tiny little pine tree growing right up in the middle of it.
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Here is a closer pic of that same spot, we are going for the tiny pine tree in the patch of snow.
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Well I aimed for the clouds and let one fly! We didnt see in our binos anyh water splash, and it looked as though I over shot the bank by a long ways! I grab my binos, and take a closer look, and could not believe my eyes!! I had not hit the tree, but came pretty darn close for that distance.... These next pics are what we saw when we finally made it around to the other side... You can see my orange flethcings just high and left of the tree about 5 ft!!
Could'nt do it again if I tried!!!
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First hunt with a recurve EVER I shot a black bear in NY (no bait) from the ground with a wood arrow.
It just doesnt get better than that to me.
Thanks everyone for shareing your story's And Dream I guess " MUD "? Got a kick out of alot of them. Later T.S.
Grey squirrel out about 60 yards on a branch in an old Red Oak. I was with the neighbor and my brother told them both to watch as I was about to shoot the squirrel off the branch. I hit the smallish branch right below my intended victim and sent the squirrel and the branch to the ground. I know I missed but it still is a shoot that stands out from others.
DD
Me and a friend was shooting out of my garage one day at a block target set about 18 yards when he seen an O-ring about the size of a quarter laying in the floor so he stuck it on the target and sarcasticly said "I bet you can't hit that" well I would have bet that I could'nt hit it either but I drew back and center punched that sucker! needless to say we both got a kick out of it! I figure thats as good as a robin hood! HA! BTW, that was the first and the last time that happened! if I could do that every time I would be on TV! Jason
I hit a running squirrel at 25 yards. Joke was on me when the critter went up the tree with my arrow in it. Never got it back
On foam: a couple of years ago I was at the range with a couple of compound buddies. The shot was a 45 yd. and my buddy hit the 10 ring on the bighorn sheep target. I was usually moving up on the longer shots but thought I'd give it a whirl. I shot and heard my arrow hit but couldn't tell where. Buddy grabbed his binos and said "I think you hit my arrow". We walked up and I had 'robin hooded' his arrow.
On game: Long story short I found myself 15 yds from a bull moose frantically looking for a hole in the willows and swamp spruce before the bull made his exit. I finally found a plate sized hole but I had to get on my knees and turn my bow horizontal 18" from the ground. That arrow went right where it should have. Another compound buddy was standing right beside me scratching his head. He couldn't believe the shot I had just pulled off. He kept saying over and over how he couldn't have made that shot. Only with a stickbow!!
One that sticks out is this past Summer at a 3D shoot. There was a large group of compounders ahead of us that let us "play through" because it took so long for them to get ready or something. Funny, because the rules stated no range finders, :readit: yet almost all of them had these funny necklaces on. :rolleyes:
Anyway, it was two targets, about 30 yards down the other side of a steep ravine. It took all of 10 seconds for me to drill a 10 and a 12. "Nice shootin'" came from a couple of them. I just said thanks and waited for my wife and daughter to shoot. They both made kill shots too. It was fun hearing the mumbling at the top of the hill when we went to retrieve our arras.
sorry about the double post
One was just after having a really bad shooting practice and coincidentally running into a pro-shooter and asking him for lessons. He asked to observe my shooting first but to visualize that: "This shot is for ALL the money at The World Tournament of Archery!" I centered the very epicenter of the X!" He said: "See? It's all in your head; you don't need any lessons!" :D
My best consistent/fun performance was shooting an the first 15 on an impromtu 3D with my compound friends, this time from were they shot which were mostly long shots. All but one were in the kill zone and I was in second place when we were done. (We didn't shoot the rest and nobody was happier about that decision than I)! :bigsmyl: The next time we shot my tradbow friends and I had come up behind them at an official 3D. I teased: "let a real archer shoot through-never mind, just clear out." I was at least another 15 yards farther back than their stake and I made a nice "8." Thing is, I don't pretend to be a great shot except with those guys as, as long as I don't shoot with them AGAIN-I'm a legend! :biglaugh:
My worst shot and my best shot both came on the same javelina within a few seconds of each other. I had been sneaking up on this javelina as it walked away from me, crossing back and forth across the sendero.
It disappeared into the brush at a wide spot in the road. I stood still and it came out about 12-15' away and stood broadside to me! I knew it had spotted me so I raised the bow and shot quick. I missed, went over its back from 12'!. It turned and trotted across the sendero. I pulled out another arrow and took my time as it neared the other side ot the sendero. I made a perfect hit behind the shoulder as it was walking into the brush!
Once out practicing with my buddy we where stump shooting but had a buck 3D target set up as well we had hiked for a bit and i looked back down the valley at the 3D and said to him think you can make that shot? it was about 160-180meters away LONG LONG ways off he liffed up his 65lb hill drew back let go, we waited it was looking on line then after a few seconds THUD! he drilled it.
The best shot I ever made brings me back 45 years to when I was about 12, a green fiber glass longbow, no nocking point on the worn string, and mismatched cheap cedar target arrows.
My buddy and I were stalking the town dump for mice and other big game when a sparrow in a pile of garbage caught my attention. It was much too far to shoot but just for the heck of it and to see how close I could get, I said "watch this!"
I raised the bow to the sky, innocently made a calculation and released. It was so far that I had the bow by my side as we both watched the high and far arc of the arrow to the point where it disappeared into a small puff of feathers. True story.
1.)I had a new deer target in the back yard and was practicing. I had to go to the back side of it to retreive an arrow that had missed.
A fly landed on the still primo side of the target. My daughter was with me and I said "watch this". At about 3 feet I shot at the fly and hit it in such a way that we saw it fall into the grass. Even at 3 feet I thought that was pretty cool! If I had'nt seen it fall I might have thought that I had missed or drove it into the target.
2.)A 26 yd shot at a ground hog. Center punched him in the chest!
Not as impressive as most but those are my most memorable.
I was hunting squirrels one morning when I walked it a small patch of berries. I don't who was startled more the two squirrels or me.I hit the first one running on the ground at about 5 yards. The second one was half way up a tree when I released the arrow. It fell to the ground. Those were the first and only squirrels that I've taken over past couple of years.
20 yards...my best shot to date.
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Did you eat that one Vtmtnman Lol. Great shot at 20 Yard's. Some these shot are just crazy !! Never ate a squirrel. First time for everything !! Killer Story's
B.glass is shooting the wings off flies?!
I'm not messing with her; and can only sit in awe :bigsmyl: :thumbsup:
At a friends house about the beginning of november and was shooting his recurve he never uses and he tells me to step back about at 20 yards. I take his bananna feathered arrow and drilled the target right behind the shoulder. He yells dang ur a natural.
p.s he let me keep that bow this season but havent got anything to come close enough for a shot