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I'd have to say that my 70 yd kill shot on a Utah rooster with a 12ga 26" cyl bbl and light 1145fps target load of 7-1/2's is my best to date. One pellet in the body no less. The guide called the range. Trigg is my witness. None of us could believe it. The bird landed and ran under a bush and died. Can't imagine I'll top that one anytime soon.
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Maybe the question should be, "Who has the luckiest shooting Parker out there?"
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06-06-2010, 09:53 PM | #6 | ||||||
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Would a stone-dead ruffed grouse at 45 yds. (low-house station 6) with a skeet choked 28 gauge qualify?
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Three years ago last day of my Goose season in my scull boat, floated in on a flock of ice bound geese in a triangular cove. I sculled the edge of the ice not being able to find a way at them. I ran the boat up on the ice at the best angle to the tree lines hoping for the best and sat up in the boat. the geese lit off from the left bow at about 150yrds and headed down the tree line to my right, I hesitated to shoot because of the distance but decided last chance of the year and threw a exaggerated lead on a bird on the outside of the flock and the mighty ten folded the bird dead in the air, what to do with the second barrel, the birds because of the tree line couldn't gain any distance on me and touched of the left barrel. The second bird came down after a bit with a broken wing which made for a hour long hunt in four mill waders but I got him in the end. The first bird had to be in the seventy yard range after post holing through the ice in two feet of water to retrieve it.
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Bragging is one thing, exagerating is another , those two kills were only 64 and 67 yards
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Not a long shot but....lucky??!
We were hunting pheasants in the Bighorn basin of Wyoming. An area that had some nice Whitetail bucks. I'd shot a rooster that sailed onto private ground. As my dog retrieved, my brother yelled that his dog was getting birdy. I hightailed it back into the action. Moments later my dog went on point and a rooster came up, hard to the right. I swung and pulled...and it blew into a "thousand" pieces. I'd slipped in a slug that was intended for one of those Whitetails. *#$&!! |
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