We have all made a few. I was checking traps out by the town dump in late 70's. Ravens flew up as we went by. A buddy driving, my xwife in the middle and I was at the passenger door. Said I need a couple more flags. Stuck my H and R trapper 22 pistol out the window and shot one out of the air at about 50 yards. buddy says it was the luckiest shot he ever seen. Xwife still liked me back then and goes to chewing him out. Saying stuff like he shoots that pistol all the time. I just grinned and kept my mouth shut.

Was checking traps with a buddy. We approached a set he had that held a coyote. Wasn't caught to good and it popped out as we walked up. It was 10 15 yards away when I finished my John Wayne shoot from the hip quick draw. Hit that coyote in the back of the head and rolled him.

What are some of yours?

I was standing on my girl friends front porch showing her and her mother my bow. Her mother said theirs a rabbit down there on the lawn. It had to be at least 60 yards but low and behold I draw back and let It fly and hit that rabbit dead center.

Hunting with my now passed best friend. Looking for whatever we could find. Walking a field road at the head of a series of fields divided by draws that the road crossed. As we approached a crossing, a bunny broke cover and headed across in front of us. Threw up the 10 22 and rolled him slick as if I knew what I was doing. Friend just looked at me and shook his head. Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while.

96 yard antelope shot with my bow. The lucky part was I didn't account for the wind enough and I hit the buck square in the forehead... he didn't even twitch.

Not a shot I'm proud of but it was lucky due to not accounting for the wind and the result.

Hit a squirrel with my bow at a good 40 yards right through the chest. I thought it was a heck of a shot.

Best had to be blowing a can my buddy tossed into the air in half then shooting each half before they hit the ground. Hard to act cool right then like I could do it again LOL

Now that Beav says that, I crossed drilled a bunny at 50 yards once out in the lot behind the house. Judo point grabbed his guts and stopped the arrow half way through. Had to get the .243 out to retrieve my arrow.

I had a beaver get into a rat floater one time. With nothing solid to pull against the #1 LS held him and he was dragging it all over the pond like a big bobber. I shot him swimming across the (secluded) pond with my Single Six at probably 80 yards and hit him right in the ear. You could have stacked up 100 bricks of 22 shells and I would never have been able to recreate that shot again.

It’s not lucky or too smart, but we used to bet money on tossing up golf balls and shooting them out of the air. Started out with pellet guns then graduated to .22’s (the not smart comment). Once you realized that ball would stop before falling back down it wasn’t just hitting them, it was how many times in a row you could do it. It was always the best out of 10. Max bet back then was $5 a toss. My buddy and I became pretty good shots that way, lol. Think the best I got was 9 out of 10. I still use that tactic on Teal. Always let my son shoot first and they shoot straight up. At the top it’s just pick them off. Back when we had some woodcock around they’d do about the same thing on a flush…up and go like a helicopter.

Just last spring buddy and I were checking beaver snares in the dark. At one stop buddy had a beaver in a snare and there was another beaver swimming near it. I said "I'll get that one". pulled my Wrangler from my hip and shot it in the head! Jumped in the water and grabbed it as it floated by. Keep in mind it was completely dark and my only light source was a not so great headlamp. Complete luck.

Ruger MK2 22 pistol, crow in treetop next ridge over, pushin' 300 yds.
1st shot, right thru the brisket.

Bought a lottery ticket that day ..... wasn't so lucky with that.

I'm glad my friend witnessed it, or I might not have believed it myself

When I was a teenager a couple buddies and me were in the woods shooting stuff with our .22’s. We came into a clearing and saw a rattlesnake out on a big rock sunning himself. Knowing the others were going to try and shoot it first I shot from the hip and got a head shot at about 30 feet before another shot was fired.

Sixty plus years ago, standing on one side of the feed store across from my house, I shot a sparrow out of the top of a poplar tree on the other side of the feed store with my Red Rider. Easy a hundred yards and in the head.

Good luck is simply being prepared when a situation presents itself!

I rolled a loping coyote with a handgun just a couple years ago and measured it at 68 yards.

I shot a buck from a dead solid rest. Knew I hit its vitals. No sign of blood and darkness coming. Looked for an hour with a flashlight. Went back to my truck and the buck was dead on the ground near the tailgate. Heart shot. It ran about 100 yards. Returned the next day to track it backward. Blood ran out after 50 yards.

I used to make some crazy shots with a .22 rimfire semi-auto Marlin rifle on squirrels and rabbits when I was a kid just learning to hunt..... I am pretty sure they were all dumb luck, but my Grandpa was always impressed when I connected on one!

The luckiest shot I ever made as an adult was on a coyote that I later stepped off at just over 450 yards. She was running dead straight away down a picked cornfield row. Rolled the window on the pickup down and laid the .22-250 out the window. She cartwheeled on the 1st shot.

was hunting and seen a badger turn the corner and ran down 2 track to his hole.....
he polked his head out real flat ya could just see his eyes
i shot with old single shot 22 rem and the dust flew about 10 ft above him i said chit i missed.... walked up to the hole and there he was stone cold dead hit him right on little white stripe beetween eyesbullet ricoched off his skull

Me and a buddy were walking in to call a spot and jumped a coyote at about a 100yds it ran for a small patch of slew grass and when it hit the grass, which was about 3 foot tall, I lead him about 2 foot and shot. He was in the grass when I shot and couldn't see him. I shot hoping to keep him running so he wouldn't take a right turn and stay in the grass. I wanted him keep running straight so he would come out the other side and I could get another shot. My buddy was behind me and never saw him but said it sounded like a hit. I said no way I couldn't even see him when I shot. We walked up there and their it laid dead about 6 feet in the grass.

When I was a kid, I used to give the neighborhood chipmunks fits by hunting them with any type of equipment I carried at the time. I once killed a running chipmunk with a huge acorn that I shot from my slingshot Hit him right in the back of the head as he was going away. Another time I had just bought a cheap throwing dagger and had the opportunity to throw it at a chipmunk that was running away from me, and I knocked him out with it. Did not stick him but hit him with enough force to put him down until I got to him to finish the job.

When I was about ten years old, my dad and BIL walked down to a shed. A flock of birds flew into a cedar tree overhanging the shed. I picked up a rock and before anything was said, two birds hit the ground. Yep, the old two birds with one stone trick! . My witnesses are hard to come by now, dad is dead, and BIL is 92!

I had an uncle who had shot several pheasants on the fly with a .22 rifle according to my dad.