What was your most difficult shot?

[375 Ruger Fan]

September 2007 was my very first archery hunt. I had been shooting a bow for about a year, but just at targets. I had a Mathews Switchback XT, drawing 70 lbs. Unfortunately, I didn't know much about arrows and relied on the salesman at the bow shop in Louisiana for advice. I ended up with good arrows for deer hunting, but not so good for elk. The arrows were probably in the 450 grain total weight and had G5 Montec three blade fixed.

I arrived in Montana and the same afternoon sat in a blind on the edge of a hayfield and took a nice whitetail buck with about a 40 yard yard pass through shot. A great confidence builder.

The next day we rode horses for about 3 hours, into a wilderness area camp. A couple days later, I had a shot at a 5x5 satellite bull and missed it. It was about 30 yards away, but steeply downhill. I airmailed the arrow, right over the elk. I was mad at myself, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

The next day, we were hiking along (me, my hunting buddy and the guide) and saw a couple cows moving up above us. The guide made a few, faint bull calls and another bull replied. It too was sort of faint, so we weren't real excited at this point. We moved about 30-40 yards down the trail and called again. A big, big bull responded and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up!

The guide, Randy Petrich of Rising Son Outfitters, said, "Guys this might happen real quick." He positioned the two of us about 30-40 yards apart. Randy then moved about 20-30 yards behind us, with all three of us forming a triangle. After a few more calls and Randy raking a limb across a tree, the big bull appeared about 70-80 yards away. He slowly, very slowly, kept coming towards us, bugling frequently. The big bull would stop and graze for awhile in one spot, which was frustrating to watch. It's the kind of scene that would have been great to video. The goal was to get the bull within 30 yards of us for a shot. The bull was coming in towards me, but no real shot opportuning. I had a tree between him and me and all I saw was antlers sticking out from each side of the tree. I was pretty excited to say the least. At one point, I thought the bull was turning and going to come out from behind the tree. I went to full draw and held it for as long as I could and the bull didn't move. I finally had to let off and you know how hard that is to do. Luckily, I didn't lose or un-knock the arrow. I watched the bull for another few minutes and he looked like he was about to move, so I drew again and the same thing happened. I had to let off. Surprisingly, I was calming down a bit. The bull appeared to be finally getting ready to move again, so I drew for the third time. The bull walked out slowly, giving me a broadside at 28 yards. I shot and saw the arrow go into the bull, but not a pass through. I could see the fletching and it was a few inches too far back. The bull ran about 10-15 yards and then went to walking. He walked by my hunting buddy, who shot and missed. The bull slowly walked off, in the same direction where he came from. We sat there for awhile, debating what to do next. It was late in the day and not much daylight left. We decided to back out of the area and return the next morning. We did that and searched and searched all morning. Finally, just after noon time, we found the bull. A Pope & Young qualifying 6x7. Not bad for my first archery hunt!

 

[MS 9x56]

Easy choice. The best shot I ever made was also the luckiest shot I ever made that resulted in the biggest whitetail I have ever taken. Also it wasn’t taken with a rifle but a rifled barrel shotgun. I was hunting a very large buck my son and I had been hunting for 3 years. I woke up the day after Thanksgiving and there was 2” of fresh snow on, foggy and dead still. I woke up fed the animals and knew instinctively exactly where that buck would be. I started down the old logging road into an area thick with mountain laurel and new growth pine. I got to a spot, when I had an overwhelming feeling that the buck was watching me. I stopped and was carefully searching the area for any sight of the buck. Suddenly I saw an eye and a nose, I cranked the scope up to 9 power trying to make out an antler when he bolted down the hill. I looked ahead and saw a stump about 20 yards ahead where I could get above the brush. I ran for it and jumped up on it as the buck had reached the creek bank stopped and turned back to see what had spooked him. I aligned the crosshairs on his chest and squeezed the trigger. The buck dropped on the spot but was thrashing around. I ran to the creek bank as he went down into the creek. I raised the gun aligned on his neck and pulled the trigger, nothing no click, nothing, I quickly realized I had not pumped the action to chamber another round. I quickly rectified the issue and put a finishing shot into his neck. I then realized I was shaking so bad I set the gun down leaning against a large pine and looked at my prize. His antlers were submerged in 6” of water and still stuck a foot over the water. I went down to pull him out of the creek and realized this deer was much larger than any I had taken before. Grunting and groaning I finally got him up the bank. I sat on a stump catching my breath when I finally notice both his front legs were broken just above the knee joints. I then looked up at the stump I was standing on and it was a long 164 paces from the creek. My first shot had dropped 14” from point of aim and as luck would have it took out both his front legs. It was only then I realized he looked so close because I had cranked the scope up to 9x trying to make out the antlers and never turned it back down. 2 years later Ivhad that buck scored at 152” which may not be big in many places but in my area is a true giant. Best and luckiest shot I have ever made. The great spirit was smiling upon me that day.

 

[bashaw]

I've made some long shots over the years and I've missed some gimme's, usually overconfident on the easy shots or Buck fever, but I'd have too say my toughest shot was my California Bighorn in the Owyhee of Oregon. When I found him he was 330 yards away bedded down I had to belly crawl about 10/15 yards. I'm prone head down hill 30 degree slope and laying at a weird angle, this is a once in a lifetime draw and everyone on this forum know how much Sheep hunts cost, I was sweating shaking and trying to aim, finally I said to myself settle down this is one shot you do not want to miss, got my breathing corrected still sweating I shot between the shoulder blade he went head over heels for close to 250 yards dead, it was a steep Son of A Buck but I made it happen

 

[Daniel Cary]

This is odd

My coworker just got him, he's had a bacterial lung infection for over a month. He couldn't move 20ft without calling for help .. perhaps fungal.

 

[trperk1]

Kudu on first safari to Limpopo. Mainly, I just had a hard time spotting them. It was a April hunt so I had the foliage working against me. We had some bad luck haunting us too, like flat tires. Then to make matters worse, I missed, twice. When I finally got it done, after 5 days, it was a big old bull on the rut following a cow. Easiest shot of the trip. My lesson with this, on both my misses I shouldn't have shot. It's my fault as I pulled the trigger but one of those things where my view was different than the PH's. We hunted the following year and discussed this. During a stalk on a Wildebeest, my PH called the shot and I didn't take it. He got sort of pissed at me. I had him move 5 feet to the left where I was standing and he apologized. I'm not dogging him as we've become good friends BTW.

 

[Elkeater]

My toughest shot? First deer? First elk? Heck I don’t know. I’ve made some pretty slick shots that left friends shaking their heads. One that comes to mind though is a particular cow elk I shot in Colorado a number of years ago. We had spotted a herd of maybe 100 head up above timberline at maybe 12,000 feet elevation just before dark. Me a couple buddies made the two hour hike in the dark the next morning to a point close to where we had seen the elk the night before. As daylight came on I glassed the herd about 1000 yards out. We quickly cut the distance. I had already killed a bull earlier in the year and had a cow tag in my pocket. My other buddies had a bull tag and a cow tag and neither had ever killed an elk at all. I had them crawl down about 20 yards below me. They timed their shots and dropped a bull and cow. At the shots the herd ran straight away and I sprinted to a rock about 30 yards ahead of me. The herd paused and I picked a cow and shot her. Thankfully we were at 12,000’ cause i guessed the cow at 325 yards. I later ranged the shot at 404 yards. My .300 win mag with a 180gr accubond dropped her in maybe 30 yards. I hit right where I wanted to because the thin air made my bullet hit high. That was a heck of a chaotic fast shot for 404 yards. A little luck involved too. The pack out was miserable. We shot those three elk at like 0730 and that cold miller highlife back at the truck at 1730 never tasted so good.

 

[Uncontrolled_round_feed]

My best shot occurred a few days ago on the CO 4th rifle opener. Solo DIY 5 miles in, first elk. Took the next three days to pack him out. 448 yards, 6.8 O’Connor Special did the job as it has since Winchester released it 99 years ago. Very happy

 

[steve white]

As OP I should have listed my own tough shots. Both were due to failing light. The first low light scope I ever purchased was a Nickel Supra Marburgh 1.5-6x42 made in the 80's with dark purple and blue reflecting lens coatings. It is still on my old 7x57 MS rifle. I don't know about where you all live, but in East Texas the deer become near nocturnal and the only shot you might get can be in the last, last few moments of light. One doe was eating sweet potatoes while silhouetted on the only clean spit of sand around. She kept looking in a certain direction so that I thought a buck was coming in. But if he didn't I wanted to take her. I kept my eye glued to the scope and finally touched off the shot when I did not dare let it get any darker. There was a tremendous orange muzzle flash that surprised me until I looked off the scope and saw that there was only a small luminous orange glow left in the western sky. I could also see some of the first stars so I will presume that I was a well past legal shooting time. Oops.
Same gun, hunting Ft. Hood, TX army base, my only chance came when I thought I saw a tiny flash of white, but could not possibly have seen to shoot with iron sights. I threw up the rifle and that scope lit up another doe that I would never have gotten without it.
Do I have a better Zeiss HT scope today? Yes. But I made some outstanding shots in low light over the years with that old Nickel. Strangely, I have not seen another Nickel scope with the particular lens coatings like it has--may have been one of their last as they went out of business, I think. Or rather, have reorganized and now charge a bazillion dollars for olympic grade running boar scopes.

 

[BryceM]

Oh, I don't know. For the most part I try to avoid tough shots. It's hard enough when everything is perfect. Maybe one story comes to mind.

Last year we were hunting pronghorn on a private ranch in NM. My partner that day wounded a nice buck and he took off at warp speed down the mountain. He was headed for the property fence and we didn't have permission to hunt the other side. He finally stopped and I ranged him at 620 yards. I also had a tag in my pocket and I asked him if he wanted me to try to put him down. He agreed.

I dialed up the scope on the trusty .260 AI, held as best I could from a bipod in a sitting position (to clear the brush) and fired off a round. He spun around a few times and stopped again at 740 yards, now very near the boundary. I dialed up 740 and fired again. This time he dropped in his tracks from a spine hit. I'm not sure which of the three participants was most surprised. From a bench 740 is realistic, but in field conditions from a sitting bipod, it was at a bit lucky. My first shot passed through his sinuses without doing much damage. It felt good to salvage a bad situation.