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KSU Firefighter wrote: »
Dove hunting one time out at the grandparent's farm when we were kids. I ran out of low brass shells and went ahead and loaded up a high brass I had in my vest. A dove landed about thirty feet away from me in a tree so I let loose. One large puff of feathers later, and I was sure that I had hit it. Searching through the brush and all that we found was the feathers.
jbp-ohio wrote: »
I once shot a crow at 50 yards with a 55gr Vmax from my .223....... All I found was one wing and one foot.
beartracker wrote: »
Shot an armadillo with a 410-45/22Lr derringer. Hit the thing ten feet away with the 410 three inch mag number six and he kept trucking, then shot him with the 22Lr and he turned over and played dead. My grandson thought he was dead and walked up to him with a little stick and stuck the armadillo and it came back to life and my grandson (6yrs old at the time) leaped in the air as he turned and was gone. Took two more 22lr to finish the thing.
orchidman wrote: »
Ok, here is something that could be classed as a 'Ripleys believe it or not'
I took a co worker of my (then ) wifes out as he wanted to get into duck hunting. After spending the day out in the boat where he missed everything that came along, we headed onto a farm where I knew ducks would be flying in to eat on a harvested crop.
The wind was gusting at around 25 knots so I set up with our backs to the fence line which had a large clump of rushes so that we could get some shelter. The ducks didnt fly but while sitting there we had a whole bunch of swallows darting and diving in front of us , plucking insects out of the sky.
Daz (Darren) watched them and after a while decided to have a shot at one. ( They are an introduced species and are regarded as a pest) After about 8 shots and 8 misses he turned to me and said words to the effect that those birds were unshootable. I told him that they died just like any other bird if you were on target. He then said 'prove it'.......
Now , one thing I did know about swallows is that they never landed on the ground in grass cos their wingspan was so great compared with their leg length that they cant take off as they dont have long enough legs to 'clear' their wings off the ground. The second thing I knew about swallows is that if they get blown out of the sky by the wind, they accept their fate and dont struggle.........they just put their heads down and wait to die. ( Thats what comes of being an avid reader and a wildlife ranger)
I picked one out of the bunch of 20+ and watched it for a few moments and noticed that they were all flying into the wind in a swooping kind of motion and rarely got more than 4-5' off the deck. Picking out the 'chosen one' I waited till he finished his swoop and when he was at the peak and only about 5-6yds away I fired just below him. At the shot he fell out of the sky. We walked over to look at him and he was lying on the ground with his wings out and his head down.
I picked him up, held him cupped in my hands for about 20 seconds then said to Daz, " Now you are going to see a miracle".
I shook the bird gently and then threw it into the air where it then started flying as though nothing had happened and went back to feeding.!!!!!
I explained to Daz that I had aimed just below the bird and the air disturbance of the shot had disrupted the airflow over his wings and he fell out of the sky, then explained about the short legs etc. He refused to believe me and said 'Do it again ".
We took cover again and after picking out another one, I watched him until he was in the right position and 'dropped ' him. (it took me 3 attempts the second time)
I then showed Daz the disparity between their wingspan and their leg length, gave him a quick wildlife lesson and he then threw the bird up in the air with the same result.
He told everyone about the 'miracle' for many years and mentioned it everytime we saw each other until I lost touch with him about 12 years ago.Side Note: When I picked him up at 'o dark a thirty' I stopped at the 24hr chemist and said I had to get a few essential items for his first day of duck hunting. He followed me into the shop where I bought a packet of condoms and a small tub of vaseline. He asked me what they were for and I just looked at him with a funny look and said " Wait and see". When we got back into my landrover he kept looking at me funny for the hour drive and when we launched the boat onto the harbour he stayed right up the front. After we had set the decoys and were camo'ed up in the mangroves, I pulled the condoms and vaseline out of my waders pocket and watched his eyebrows almost disappear over his forehead. He hesitatingly asked "What the hell do you think you are going to do with those........."
I explained that the condoms were to put over the end of your barrel to stop the heavy rain getting in ( the forecast was for torrential rain) and the vaseline was to put a thin coat over the outside of the barrel to stop the salt water rusting it, "What the hell did you think it was for?".
He let out an enormous sigh of relief and said he thought it was for some form of initiation............:rotflmao:
cpj wrote: »
They are for peening MY balls. Hence the name.
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