First was up at Camp Perry for a DCM shoot.
It was a drill on the 200 yd line.
Load two and shoot. Drop, load eight and shoot prone.
Well the target went down and came up with only two hits.
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However the guy next to me ( who hadn't hit a thing all morning)
was grinning ear to ear with eight hits in the black.
When I dropped I shot the wrong target
![Embarassed :oops:](./images/smilies/icon_redface.gif)
The second was in 2003. I was deer hunting in PA.
Frozen solid and ready to head in for a while I spotted
four doe and a nice eight pointer heading right towards me.
He stopped about 30 yds in front of me. I raised my Springfield
squeezed the trigger...
Boom!
He's still standing threre looking at me.
What the .........
I cycled the bolt and shot again in what seemed to be
hours later and the buck jumped, ran and collapsed.
I stopped to collect myself and keep my pounding heart from exploding only
to see a 1 1/2" hole through the tree branch in front of me.
The first shot had hit the tree branch that was unseen in my scope and spun off to Lord knows where.
Fortunately for me Mr. Buck was just as startled as I and was nice enough to stand still for a second shot!
jb
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