On a social club hunt a couple of maggies were in the paddock from the hut in the morning ranged @250y exactly, being a bit of a smart arse I bet I could headshoot one with the 308, well six or seven pairs of binoes watching i took the shot they both took off and someone said"you parted the feathers on its head" sure enough he found a coulple of small fethers on the spot.
Next morning they were there again but closer cant remember the exact distance but round 180y, feeling I had to redeem myself I bet i could knock one over with the pee rifle. subsonic win pphhtt............................................ ..................................thock. dead on spot, absolute tin arse shot but as in pool if you aimed for it its not a fluke
There are a few others from my teenage years but im not posting them on a public forum![]()
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