Over the years I have made lots of shots you wouldn't believe unless you saw. Heck I would not believe some of them. Come down to practice and a field time and a good helping of luck.

Most all were when I was young and many witnessed by my favorite cousin and life long hunting partner.

A few I can think of now no to Har to believe. Shot a walking pheasant in the head at around 125 yards with my scoped AR 15 when coyote hunting, hit a squirrel in the head with scoped .22 as it ran down a branch at 80 yards, dried a deer with Muzzloader at 302 yards got to see her go down in my scope. Killed a running doe at 55 yards with a bow. And a few more that legalities prevent me from sharing (young and dumb)

I was able to pull off some of these unlikely shots because my friends and I found our entertainment by shooting constantly. Once we had drivers licenses, we had a regular route of dumps we would visit and there was no end to the targets we found there. We were a competitive lot and always tried to beat the other guy. There were some pretty interesting rat hunts there too. We would also cruise the countryside looking for critters that we could eliminate. We were not like most kids and spent most of our free time shooting or being in the woods hunting. We practiced quick drawing our revolvers until my friend put a bullet in his calf and I shot a welt down the backside of mine. We had no video games then. The dumps, if there even are any of them any more, are closed to any shooting and there are few places to shoot any more like we used to. Everywhere you go now around here it is populated to where shooting is not allowed, or I would be doing more of it like the good old days. I witnessed one of my friends on one of our outings take a crow that was perched on the top of a corn stalk. He leaned across the hood of his 1954 Ford with his Remington bolt action scoped .22 and shot the crow at 180 corn rows away, .plus the distance from the road to the corn.