Hmmmm…
Proudest shooting moments so far were placing 12th in the 2007 All Army Marksmanship Competition. Earning a second place in the Commanding General’s Infantry Trophy Match. Got a nice silver medal for that one.
The other was placing 4th in the Ft Benning Pistol Competition the same year. I earned an Expert in Competition Badge and points toward my Distinguished Marksman Badge.
The most fun I’ve ever had shooting would probably be a few months ago when I made some explosive targets out of half sticks of C4. They blow up when you shoot them. C4 won’t blow up on it’s own when you shoot it, BTW. You actually do need to prep it. I used three blasting caps, 18" of det cord and a bright orange Gatorade cap for each one.
Oooh, I just remembered the one time I won a turkey at a Thanksgiving shooting match. A Glock Turkey Shoot it was called. It was a timed event with like 10 or so bowling pins lined up on a ledge. Whoever shot them all down the fastest won the turkey. There was no limit on ammo, and the only rule/restriction was that you had to use a factory, unaltered, unmodified Glock pistol. It could be any model, in any caliber, as long as it was straight out of the box from the factory.
I happened to be a dealer at the time, and I actually possessed a true Glock 18. People were pretty bitchy when I stepped up to the line and sprayed down all the pins simply by holding the pistol sideways and squeezing the trigger–pretty much letting the recoil do all the work! They tried to cry “Conversion!”, but it said right there on the slide “G18”. It was pretty funny though, and everyone actually had a sense of humor about the whole thing. I also knew the owners of that range, and I declined the turkey anyway. Ha! But I won.
Okay, I had to think about it hard, but probably the best single shot I ever made:
I was a manager at a gun range and it was closing time. I could not find my keys. The more I looked, the more frustrated I got. I went outside and peeked in my car–didn’t see them. Went back inside, closed out the register while my employees swept the lines and kept an eye out for my keys. After everything else was done, and I double and triple checked everywhere, I was really starting to get pissed off! I was rechecking everywhere that they possibly could be… even inside the refridgerator and under ever crevis of every counter. They were nowhere to be found! I wanted to go home, but without the keys I couldn’t lock the store or even drive my car for that matter.
The whole time I’m looking around, I am eyeing my tool box. I had a large, heavy duty, red plastic tackle box in which I kept many armorer’s tools and cleaning supplies for weapons and stuff. It was secured with a Master Lock.
The only thing I can think of, is that I must have somehow locked my keys inside my tool box. I didn’t want to believe I would do something that stupid. Nor did I want to destroy my tool box to get my keys out.
So I kept searching. Growing madder and madder until I was fuming, I finally said “Fuck this!”
I stormed into the Range Officer’s booth, grabbed my tool box, and continued out to the firing line. My employees (friends more like it) and one of the regular gun groupies were laughing and following behind me. “What are you going to do!?” “What is he doing??”
“Fuck this box!” I yelled as I tossed it down range.
Everything from that point happened with Hollywood precision–unbelievable unless you were there. As the tool box was still in the air, I drew my HK USP Compact, a two-toned black beauty with a chrome slide. The toolbox landed about 8 or 10 yards away. As it landed, it slid another couple yards and spun around on the smooth concrete. It landed top up, and after spinning around, it actually came to rest with the latch and Master Lock facing my direction. (Like I said, it all couldn’t have been more perfect)
Just as it was stopping, I fired off a single round, blowing the Master Lock clean off. Everyone was like “Holy Shit!”
My face had the self satisfied expression of “Well of course. What did you expect.” But my brain was thinking “Are you fucking kidding me!?!?!”
We all eagerly ran over to find where the lock had flown to. We picked up the lock to find an intact and still securely locked Master Lock with a flattened 45 caliber bullet now permanently fused to the exact center of the lock. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, or I never would have said “Sure…” when that girl (the local gun groupie) asked “Oh My God!! That is fucking awesome, can I keep it?!” I actually wish I had that lock. It would be a neat niknak. The girl was a friend of ours. I’ve lost touch with her, but she’s still around and she’s a lawyer now. I’m positive she still has that lock. I’d love to see it again sometime.
Anyway… so about my keys. I walked over to the tool box and opened it up. No keys!!! It’s all too funny at this point for me to be any more angry. I go back out to my car, since that’s the only place they could possibly be. We bring some flashlights to try and get a good look inside. As I walk around to the driver’s side of my car, there they are. Still in the freaking door lock!! I had forgotten that I went out to my car to get something and evidently I left them right there in the lock!! FWIW, I did try the key in the Master Lock. The lock was no longer functional, but still… it did its job by staying locked.
Anyway, I had to think about it pretty hard after reading the OP, but that’s got to be my single best shot ever. Not just because of the 1 in a Million perfect shot, but the combination of drawing the pistol while the box was in mid air, taking aim while it landed, slid a few yards and actually spun around to present the lock in my direction. And without taking an additional second, hitting the lock perfectly centered. Hell, it wasn’t even a full sized Master Lock.