[uncle buck]

This story was passed on to me by my friend Jack...It was some years ago. Probably before 1979. I guess Jack was hunting deer with his shotgun in one of our regular firearm season warm weather period. Instead of wearing the cold winter gear he wore his upland small game hunting outfit.. Season was over.. Jack retired his small game jacket for the upcoming season... He dressed in his small game jacket and pants and hunted Ringneck pheasant. Now jack reached into his pocket and loaded his shotgun.. He didn't pay any mind of what ammo he was loading.. Poor Jack was hunting small game but he put in a Foster deer slug by mistake instead of the normal high brass 6 shot. ... So from what I heard this Ringneck takes off and Jack makes a perfect shot.. He said ringneck kind of spinned like a helo when it came down from the sky.. Jack approached the ringneck picked it up and it no longer had a head on it... Jack shot the head right off of the ringneck with a Foster Slug... kind of reminded me of the Beverly Hillbillys Jed Clampet shooting skeet and or trap with a 30/30 lever action rifle..

 

[Jerbo]

My dad told the same story to me - 40 + years ago about a neighbor they called Mateo - Slavish for Matthew.

Said that back in the day, ( 65 years ago ) they only had one hunting coat and one gun.
Matteo got his shells mixed up and when they kicked out the rabbit he shot and the rabbit split in two.
Came to find out that he shot it with a .410 punkin ball.
Not bad for a rabbit running full tilt - 40 yards away..

 

[B B]

^ Been there done that got the picture to prove it. LOL

 

[joe8768]

prove it I need to see it

 

[Marcus99]

The story I heard...Jack reached into his pocket and threw whatever shell was in his pocket into his gun. Then Jack blew his hand and gun apart because he used the wrong ammo.

 

[Njoyinlife]

When i was first starting to hunt, my brother would take me out with him. Well, we were headed into the woods and I had a 20 gauge and he had a 22 LR. As we were walking he stops me and says get ready to shoot a grouse. I told him I did not load the gun yet. He then proceeded to aim and shoot. He said he shot a grouse..... I did not believe him. Well, he walked into the woods about 10 yards and brought back the grouse. He shot it through the neck! I was shocked.

 

[Six-Gun]

Not a head shot with a slug, but my first pheasant was a memorable one because you would think it was hit by a slug. That bird flushed and, in a rookie panic, I didn't give it a full second to get separation before pulling the trigger. As soon as it got airborne, I shot it broadside at *maybe* 5 yards with a load of steel #4 shot (hunting a Nebraska marshland WMA that required steel shot for all small game/waterfowl/upland birds). That bird had a perfect, 12 GA hole right through the center of both breasts and was virtually inedible as a result.

 

[htephil]

Years ago I read an article in one hunting magazine about an old hunter shooting with mixed up ammo on a rabbit hunt. He was using a single shot 12 ga. and missed the 1st shot at a rabbit that his beagles were running. He kept his eyes on the rabbit while reaching into his hunting coat for another shell to reload. He was able to get a 2nd shot and his young hunting partner said that when the old hunter pulled the trigger nothing happened so he broke open the shotgun. They heard a "sliding" noise, then an unopened roll of lifesavers fell out of the barrel....said they all got a good laugh out of it.

 

[Buckethead]

Back in the 60's, my grandfather was out hunting groundhogs with his brother in law and cousin. They were driving down a dirt road and my pap was sitting in the back seat. Unbeknownst to the two up front, my pap had spied a rooster pheasant along a fence line about 100 yards off of the road. He stuck the barrel of his .222 out of the window and shot the head off of the rooster from the moving vehicle. (And yes, I'm aware he had violated about eleventeen hunting laws at this point) The shot of course scared the crap out of my Uncle Leet and he slammed on the brakes. Pap got out of the car and walked down the field and picked up the rooster. Afterward, my uncle told everyone at the bar to be careful not to make my pap mad and told them about the shot. Now, my pap was the best shot with a rifle I have ever met and I can go on for hours about some of the shots he made. I grew up hearing this story and it always ended at what my uncle said in the bar. Many years later as he was lying in a nursing home bed, crying and begging my father and I not to leave him there or he would be dead in a week, I tried to calm him down by getting him to tell hunting stories (something he loved almost as much as hunting itself). We eventually got to this one and he told this story exactly as before except this time he took me by the hand, smiled weakly and said, "It was the luckiest g..d... shot I ever made but no one needs to know that" It was the last thing he ever said to me. He kind of chuckled then drifted off to sleep and I left. He died a in the early morning hours the following day.

 

[Moss]

Back when I started hunting I bought myself a Mossberg 500 shotgun 12ga pump. It had a 30" fixed full choke barrel on it. So that's what I used for squirrels rabbits and ringnecks. One day some friends and I were rabbit hunting and a buddy jumped one, it was close, I swung on it and shot. It did a complete flip in the air. I walked over to pick it up and found out I blew its head off.

 

[edg]

When I was in my teens, we lived just inside city limits. We had a major ground hog problem, and so we were using CBs or Aguila low speed, low noise bullets out of a .22 bolt gun. It was doing a decent job out to 10-15 yds with a well placed shot. We would just open the top half of a double hung sliding window and it was the perfect height for a rest. One day my mom called to me that the biggest ground hog was out of its hole and to come quick. I grabbed the rifle, inserted the magazine without checking, chambered a round, lined up on the ground hog and squeezed. I was expecting a muted Putt, but what I had loaded was .22 1200+ fps varmint rounds. Scared the day lights out of me.

A couple years later my dad was installing vinyl siding over block walls and was using a .25cal Hilti nailer to install firring strips to attach the siding to. We had cops cruising up and down our road checking out "gunshots".