(09-06-2023, 01:11 AM)Snarl Wrote: It's amazing what you can do with a small caliber. It's also amazing to see people with unusual (and near impossible) skills.
I remember hearing about that frogman mission where they interdicted hostage takers on the open sea. I don't think I'd have had the nerve to take the shots that were made to neutralize the bad guys. Not even sure I could pull off a shot from the tree tops. More skills required than I have in my bag o'tricks.
A .22 is all I used to carry when I went in the woods around here, but I kept it loaded with CCI Stingers. I've killed all manner of supper, and some non-supper items, with that combination. Shot a rabbit in the head once with it, and the entire head just vaporized. Nothing left of it but one ear connected to the neck by a strip of skin. Those Stingers zipped along fast, and pretty much blew up whenever they hit something. It was a sight to behold! I shot a screech owl with it once, and it looked like someone had filled a balloon with feathers and then popped it. Big ball of feathers flying every-whicha-way, and I never found a sign of anything left of the owl but those feathers.
I had a great uncle named Hugh. He was shaky as hell, and when he had a rifle in his hands, it would make you want to duck he shook so bad - you felt like there was no telling where that shot would go. But Hugh hit whatever he was aiming at, every time. I've seen him line up "strike anywhere" matches in a fence rail, and then go right down the line and light each one in order with a .22. When he was asked how he did that, shaky as he was, he said "wal ya don't pull the trigger until yer sights are lined up right, an' then when they are ya don't wait to pull it!"
I reckon Dear Old Dad took that advice to heart, because I never knew him to miss a mark, either.
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