How about putting 3 shot's into a thrown Coors Light can before it could hit the ground, with a K-22 S&W.

Depends...was it a HF or LF coors light can?

Also remember 2 dove kills. One was right after the 2011 or so opener. The next day, my dad, uncle, cousin and I went out to a new field. It was small, and 3 or 4 other guys were on it as well. We got set up, and I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes (black jeans and ignorance ). Uncle and cousin shot a few, my dad may have shot one, i shot 1 or two as well. One of them was the "good shot". I was scanning the skies and turned to look behind me. My dad was looking to his right, and I was looking back to his left. Here comes a lone dove flying fast and dodging left n' right. I call out to my dad as I bring up that same 20 gauge Tristar while turning my torso around to the left, and blow the bird away, the shots patterning perfectly in the bird's breast. It fell right behind my dad, and that was convenient, as there were high grasses.

The other was way back when, when I was still learning the art of the gun out of a Daisy BB gun on little lizards in my backyard. I may have been 5. Anyway, there used to be this huge tropical-type bush right in view of the big windows to the backyard. It was probably a little over 6 feet high, and prickly-ish, and was not dense, like a hedge-type thing. It was more like what Hill Country "thick stuff" would look like, but not with the dark-evergreen color or make up. I also have a telephone pole in my backyard. On both of these, and still on the telephone pole, birds of all shapes and sizes like to sit/rest/do whatever they do. On one such occasion, there were about 6 or 8 doves along the the wire, a couple on the fence, and one on the bush. I didn't even have my own air rifle back then, so my dad pulled out his and helped me aim it.

"This gun is zeroed at 6 o'clock, so you have to shoot under the target," I distinctly remember him say. I lined up the iron sights of the hefty RWS Diana Model 48, put them right on the tail feathers of the dove, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger.

The target bird fell to the ground and the rest all flew away, leaving their dead companion and it's airborne feathers. The .22 caliber pellet had gone through the neck of the dove, and broke it in half.

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My best shot was the one I didn't take.

Running turkey with an AR-15 through a 2 foot opening while standing up. Saw 7 toms and counted as they went through the opening, number 5 was the unlucky one I drilled through a 3x9 scope freehand. I'll tell the rest of the embarrassing story since I missed two white tail from a blind earlier in the morning. I was shooting someone else's gun and jerked both shots.....but not the running turkey

My first buck at 320 yards at 9 years old. Shot him right through both back knees! Hey, it's hard to do!

Second best was a dow running at about 50 yards.

2009 I shot a bobcat at 270ish yards, according to range finder, while he was looking at me with only his head and neck visible. Leaned against a tree and let it fly. Hit the top of the chest and it rode around the spine and out the right hip.

Second best shot was a quick pull up on a nice 8point trailing a doe. He was moving across a pipeline and fixing to disappear into the woods. I quickly found a tree, found my crosshairs and a good lead on the buck. He was quartering away away and moving at a good trot. No idea on the yardage I let it fly, had no idea if it found its target as he never flinched and was out of sight in the woods. Found him 10 feet inside the tree line. Measured it later with the range finder and it was once again 270ish.

I guess that yardage is fitting, both shots were made with my 270win.

I hit a 2 liter bottle full of water at 400 yards with a 270. I was only about 22 at the time. Really proud of that shot.

As far as animals, two shots come to mind...

I was on a snow goose hunt near El Campo back in 02, and I knocked a goose stone cold dead at 60 yards.

Never had many longs shots that I needed to take on deer, but I did hit a wounded doe at 148 yards with kind of an over the shoulder shot. She came in behind me and her trail wouldn't bring her any closer. I knew she was suffering so I let the .308 stretch it's legs. She made it about 10 more yards.

When I was about 12 or 13, dove hunting along the Brazos with my dad, some cousins, and a couple uncles. I had "my" Ruger Standard on my side and a 20 guage 1100 in my hands. This crow comes swinging down our lane, so slow you could count it's feathers. It was a slow day, in the 70's, so one by one everyone takes a shot at this crow, and misses. I was in the "anchor man" position. At first I raised the 20 guage, then I pulled the Ruger, lined up, and let a shot fly. The crow kept on winging, my dad next to me said, "Damn, none of us can shoot!" I knew I'd hit that bird and looked at him and said, "Wait a second." Sure enough the crow folded and dropped dead in the field with a .22 through the breast. I'm pretty sure the crow's slow speed is what screwed everyone else up and allowed me to connect.

edited to add: I'd put I have no idea how many bricks through that pistol by then, it was like an extension of my hand.

3' round steel
7mm Rem Mag
180 gr Berger VLD Hunting
1 Mile (1760 yards)

Best hunting shot was actually two. Managed to come in quiet enough to get in position on a coyote mousing in tall grass. He caught my last move getting prone. He sat down squared up facing me. I put a 178 gr. A-max out of a .308 Win jist under his chin, lights out. His pard ran in to see why his bud fell and was almost 12 o'clock from me, quartering away. Same bullet behind the shoulder, exited the neck, lights out.

Farthest coyote 540 yards in January.

Farthest prairie dog pup, 710 yards with a .22-250 and 75 gr. A-max. Took four shots to walk it in.

Took the first class when CHL's started back in the 90's. Went with a couple of my Bud's target shooting with our pistolees. I carried a Glock 26. Couldn't miss anything that day. They were amazed and so was I. Crow landed on a fence post about 75 yards away as we were loading up in truck and I turned and shot crow off fence with a blast of feathers. I holstered with that "I meant to do that look" Should have played the lotto that day. Can you say "lucky." They still tell everybody, I'm a crack shot and the best they have ever seen. I Couldn't hit a bull in the butt with a shotgun or shoot a Crow at that range. One or the other asked me several times after to go shoot and would always have an excuse. I know my limitations. Let them always think I'm the best.

When I was about ten, I was dove hunting for the first time with my dad. I had my trusty .410 single shot that I had shot squirrels and rabbits with, but they were always sitting still. My dad taught me that it wasn't sportsmanlike to shoot doves in trees, but try as I might, I just could not hit a flying dove, so it was a frustrating day. As we were walking along, a dove came in so slowly, it looked like he could barely stay airborne. With my dad saying, "take your time, lead him", I took my shot. The dove somehow flew right through the cloud of lead, and kept going. But right then, four doves fell out of the tree directly behind him. My dad busted out laughing, saying, "I told you not to shoot them when they are in the trees"!

Just stepped off front porch, yellow jacket nest, at 10 paces.. 1 shot with me daisy BB gun...

I was shooting a few of my pistols with my friends and was really lighting it up good that day. I was knocking the plates silly, punching ragged holes in the paper targets, just really doing good and making my buddies look pretty bad. As we're loading things back up, a large white bird lands in the top of a tree at the end of our rifle range(100+ yards). My buddies start saying how lucky I was (which was true) with all my good shooting so I pull my 1911 out of the holster, line up about 1 foot or so above the white bird and let one fly. Sure as sh!t I hit that bird dead center in the chest and he falls out of the tree with a .45 cal hole in his chest. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't make that shot again in a 1,000 years if I tried it a hundred times a day, but somehow the stars lined up just right and that bird dropped like a sack of rocks. It was luck, pure and simple, but to this day my buddies say Im the best shot they have ever seen with a pistol. I don't correct them

The war is on !!! Was standing on front porch in stocking feet whin one of the surving yellow jacket's did a dive bomb & shot a stinger inta the top of my foot... pudding my spair laser on daisy... They been trying ta build a yellow jacket cacoon on & around porch... Pudding on the porch light, gonna hit em first with left over smoke bombs from 4th...

41 yards with my Switchback XT. It had to pass through an opening in a Mesquite bush. Hit that 10 point right in the ticker and he ran about 70 yards and left a blood trail about an inch wide. It is still my personal best bow kill.

4 yellow jackets 2 wasps & 1 dirt dobber wounded in action...

Hit a hog running wide open with my 280 Remington at 390 yards. When he came up out of the draw and hit the ridge I swung on him, my wingshooting skills overtook my brain, led him about a foot, that instinctive green light came on in my head, I hit the trigger & rolled him like a flat tire. One shot, one kill.

My personal favorite. I think I was 17 then, it was my 3rd deer. Had gotten up late for the morning hunt and still hunting down a gas right-of-way toward a big mile-long x 300yds field in Rusk Cty. Tall pines all around, this buck steps into view grazing in the field, about 60 yards. I freeze as he notices me but doesn't bolt. He stomps, pretends to eat, snorts, and stares me down for what felt like half an hour while I made like a statue. Finally he's had enough and trots straight away over a small rise across the middle of the field. I crouch down and rush foward with as much quiet as I can muster for maybe 35 yds, with adrenaline for blood in my veins. I stand up straight and scope for him going over the rise. Set of antlers walking slow the other way, then they turn and I see an eye and an ear that is clear of grass as the rack swivels broadside. Being young and infallible, and since all my airgun shots were free-standing too, I simply pulled the trigger and put the bullet right in there at about 80 yds. Brainshot=no tracking/wasted meat. Not astonishing, but my favorite.

Also, and we know you're not supposed to do this and purely as a possibility, as a young kid I may have inadvertently taken down a high-flying turkey buzzard with my last .22 round of the day on a dare. Said buzzard may have fallen toward the ground for a good minute or two before finally landing. It's not inconceivable that about six inches of lead did the trick.