Greatest Shot Ever--A Thread--Post Your's

[6mm Remington]

My first year of hunting when I was 12 (1972) on my grandfather LeRoy's ranch near Roy Montana. We were driving slowly on the place looking for some antelope to sneak on when we came over a little rise and there were about 30 antelope right out in front of us. They took off running and my father shot at and missed the last buck trailing behind just as the whole herd went over a little knob and out of sight. We figured well that was done. My father and I had ran away from the pickup towards the antelope and when he fired his shot, he and I were about 30 yards apart with him being in front of me.

The antelope ran out of sight over the knob. A couple minutes later here they came running right back towards us for some crazy unknown reason. The whole bunch ran past us pretty bunched up about 50 yards away running broadside to us and were hauling the mail. At the end of the bunch of antelope and seperated from the larger group, there was a doe and a buck running together and trailing them about 25 yards was another buck that ended up being a 16" antelope. My father and I pulled up at the same time to shoot at the antelope. We fired and it sounded like one shot. You could not tell that we both had shot. Three antelope hit the ground! My father had killed his buck with one lucky shot hitting him right behind the shoulder. I had hit the buck that I was shooting at behind the shoulder just near or right at the rear of his lungs and the doe was hit about the same. When I fired my shot the doe had ran on the other side of the buck and my bullet went through him and into her. I had to shoot each animal once more but they were done! I had just killed two antelope with one shot on the run no-less. My first ever big game animal on my grandpa's place with my Remington Model 600 Centennial chambered in the fabulous 6mm Remington! It still wears the same Weaver K4 scope on it, and it is now my son Jeff's rifle. He used it to take his first antelope with also. My dad's friend was gracious enough to use his tag for the doe and I got to keep the buck.

 

[Pintail2008]

My first year of hunting when I was 12 (1972) on my grandfather LeRoy's ranch near Roy Montana. We were driving slowly on the place looking for some antelope to sneak on when we came over a little rise and there were about 30 antelope right out in front of us. They took off running and my father shot at and missed the last buck trailing behind just as the whole herd went over a little knob and out of sight. We figured well that was done. My father and I had ran away from the pickup towards the antelope and when he fired his shot, he and I were about 30 yards apart with him being in front of me.

The antelope ran out of sight over the knob. A couple minutes later here they came running right back towards us for some crazy unknown reason. The whole bunch ran past us pretty bunched up about 50 yards away running broadside to us and were hauling the mail. At the end of the bunch of antelope and seperated from the larger group, there was a doe and a buck running together and trailing them about 25 yards was another buck that ended up being a 16" antelope. My father and I pulled up at the same time to shoot at the antelope. We fired and it sounded like one shot. You could not tell that we both had shot. Three antelope hit the ground! My father had killed his buck with one lucky shot hitting him right behind the shoulder. I had hit the buck that I was shooting at behind the shoulder just near or right at the rear of his lungs and the doe was hit about the same. When I fired my shot the doe had ran on the other side of the buck and my bullet went through him and into her. I had to shoot each animal once more but they were done! I had just killed two antelope with one shot on the run no-less. My first ever big game animal on my grandpa's place with my Remington Model 600 Centennial chambered in the fabulous 6mm Remington! It still wears the same Weaver K4 scope on it, and it is now my son Jeff's rifle. He used it to take his first antelope with also. My dad's friend was gracious enough to use his tag for the doe and I got to keep the buck.

Awesome!

 

[Pintail2008]

Coyote at 40 yards with my bow. (was aiming bottom of chest and she ducked)
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• 1989, Marin County, CA
• Columbian Blacktail Deer
• On the ridgetop of the Bridge Canyon, I heard the dogs start barking and Corbin Glazier shouted “Comin’ to ya John!……Almost to the top…..You should seee him sooon….Why aren’t you Shhhoooottttinnn’?” Then the buck came out of the trees from left to right. I missed my first shot and he turned and ran straight/quartering away 12 to 10 o’clock . I swung through him like a quail and he disappeared in a heap. I hit him behind the right ear.
• Model 64 Winchester 25-35
• The second buck from that canyon I’d shot in the head

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• September 2008, Teton County WY
• Rocky Mountain Elk
• I had this bull talking on the last day of archery season but he took his cows into the tall and uncut. We returned on opening morning of rifle season and he came from behind us and I shot him on the run at a distance of 50 yards from right to left.
• Bullet entered at the back of the brisket and took out heart and lungs. Found bullet under the skin on the right shoulder he ran another 50 yards then rolled down 500 feet of elevation.
• The Whole Story Part 1. Part 2. Part3 (hunt day)
• Ruger M77 .300 Winchester Magnum. Redfield 2-7 scope. Nosler 180 gr Partition (Federal Premium)

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Awesome!

 

[Pintail2008]

I had an early permit for Roosevelt elk in the Quinault valley in 2022 after 25 years of applying. We followed a herd with 6 bulls for 3 hours on the second day. Caught up with the herd, but they were on a small island 150 yards from the Olympic national park boundary. I slipped into the creek upwind , and slowing walked down stream waiting for the herd to cross. Finally they starting crossing at 125 yards. I thru my 270 up, and watched each elk cross the stream. The herd bull finally started to cross, and I threw my crosshairs on him while he was slowly crossing between 2 cows. A quick offhand high shoulder shot buried him as he fell into the river. Not lying……I was praying the whole time not to wound him and lose him into the park. One of the great experiences in my life

Great bull!

 

[Nuts]

Some may understand this. But I stoned a bufflehead with the wind at its back on the Choptank from a boat in 4' swells. He was not decoying. Merely buzzing by when another boat jumped it. A very lucky shot. I assume I proceeded to shoot another box of shells for 5 more ducks.

 

[Little Big Man MT Chris]

Having some coffee enjoying this thread, got me reminiscing, and only 2 come to mind. My 2017 Roosevelt Cow tag , a February/March hunt and this years 2025 MT general season Buck tag

2017 out with my dad on a wet nasty windy day in the coast range, we were driving through a clear cut, and there was a ton of scotch broom close to the road grown high over the truck and I told my dad there could be elk in this cut and we’d never see them , I need to get up as high as possible.

Dad parked the truck , I hiked up the hill and realized we drove past two cows. This was before I had a rangefinder , two years after my divorce when I was just getting back into hunting and getting all the gear I needed. I had no idea how far I was, but that elk was too far for me to shoot.

So I just started sliding down the hill looking for a stump to put my rifle on. I had a 6 x 9 bipod at that time. Every time the elk would lift its head up. I’d quit moving she put her head back down. I keep sliding. And then I got to a stump and everything just felt perfect and I said to myself this is it ! the wind was cooking . It was 25 mile an hour plus and it could’ve been stronger. It was just high winds and constant. I knew that if I put my crosshairs behind the front shoulder, that bullet was gonna go in front of that elk with the wind drift

So I put the crosshairs in the center of the rear hindquarter 8 to 10 inches below The spine , figuring with my Kentucky windage guesstimate that should put it right in the vitals behind the front shoulder , pulled the trigger that elk dropped in the scope did about six or eight kicks and that was it.

When I told my dad, it dropped in the scope and I pointed up on the ridge where I shot from he couldn’t believe that that elk dropped in the scope from that distance , when got to skin it, and I started trying to figure out where I hit it , that bullet hit the spine directly behind the front shoulder , some months later I borrowed a rangefinder from my friend John and hiked up back to that spot found my shell and ranged it. it and was like 275 yards. Give or take . So what was that something like 3 foot of wind drift on that bullet on the 275 yard shot ! Crazy

Anyone who’s hunted for any amount of time has had a similar experience where just in that moment in those few seconds everything‘s perfect and you just can feel it in your gut

Dad standing with my Rosie Cow


Then this past season I got to my spot right at first shooting light, was set up just a few minutes when the wind switched, and there was some whitetails down below me that I could not see, had a doe go smoking across the valley in front of me and blew out over the ridge on the opposite hillside and I knew instantly that she winded me

So I started looking to see if there was any more deer and then I saw another deer go flying across the valley about halfway across the valley in morning sunrise I saw glint of light off some antler, and I knew it was a buck.

It stopped on the ridge across from me and started to look back towards where the doe came from and he was trying to figure out what spooked her and I knew that deer never smelled me.

Knowing I had milliseconds before that deer kept going I leaned into my rifle, not knowing anything other than it was a buck and I had another day left of hunting before I had to go back to work I was gonna take it.
Gave a loud mouth grunt pulled the trigger that deer dropped in the scope.

I texted @JCS , told him what went down and that the whole thing happened in 7- 10 seconds from the doe busting to the buck following and being dead , I got a hike across the valley and go see what I got, walked up on the biggest Whitetail buck I’ve ever taken in my four seasons, here in Montana hunting deer

I later ranged it. I shot that deer at 250 yards , which I normally don’t shoot over 200 on a deer . I can always generally get a closer shot. But the end of the season winding down for me I just took that opportunity, another moment of just being completely perfect and in the moment in those few short seconds.

My set up , that deer stopped about halfway up that first ridge on the left of the picture just to the right of that small pine tree his only mistake


Walking up on my 143 inch MT whitetail



Spine’d this one also