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I once hit a bird with my car, saw it was still alive in my review mirror, turned around, and put it out of its misery with my 9mm. I was on a road trip, so I was in the middle of nowhere when I shot it. I too will admit I have killed a few flies and spiders in my lifetime 
:wink: I wasn't as mean as tapehoser though to break a baby ducks neck and just watch it drowned to death. :shock:
just teasing! :lol:
:wink: I wasn't as mean as tapehoser though to break a baby ducks neck and just watch it drowned to death. :shock: just teasing! :lol:
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Oh yuck, I thought this thread died.
I remember the time I came around the corner in my 1941 Chevy Pick-up and hit the last goose in a long line of geese that were running across the road.
I looked back and saw it rolling down the road. I thought about stopping and picking it up, but I didn't.
When I went back home that way later, it was as flat as a pancake.
That is what they get for putting the duck pond on one side of the road and the farm yard on the other.
Tarzan
PS I felt bad about that too (Mostly the waste of a good goose)
I remember the time I came around the corner in my 1941 Chevy Pick-up and hit the last goose in a long line of geese that were running across the road.
I looked back and saw it rolling down the road. I thought about stopping and picking it up, but I didn't.
When I went back home that way later, it was as flat as a pancake.
That is what they get for putting the duck pond on one side of the road and the farm yard on the other.
Tarzan
PS I felt bad about that too (Mostly the waste of a good goose)
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·Cleaned up this post from another forum as best as I could Yes its my story
Based on my extensive military experience and many shootings OK I will stop the bull spit there.
I shot four dogs in in Iraq. I was a dog handler and had to protect him form the diseased local mutts a few times.
The first we were searching an area around an incinerator for escaped detainees still on the FOB two shots where fired at the same dog all most as one. One was a twelve gauge less lethal one a 9mm. to this day I am not sure where I hit but I think it was head maybe some skull glancing off bone and going into the shoulder (hard to explain) The less lethal I am sure hit muzzle. The other shooter and I shot at the leader most aggressive sounding and closest to us. I wish I could tell you what the rounds did but apparently the other dogs in the pack where not happy with this guy 'cuz all I saw after that was butholes and tails they munched 'em
Next dog was fairly similar at least the posture of the dog was. I had an XM6 (?) mounted on a plastic rail on my M9 and calmly put the dot on his head and pulled the trigger. It was dark and I was point looking for runaway detainees again the dog was about 30 feet away head low wide stance warning my dog to back off! I was told a few other dogs ran off after the shot but all I asw was the dog in the bright light. My big goofy son of a [edited by moderator] (all dogs are) was just startled by the shot. He still doesn't know the other dog was not inviting him to sniff his butt. He was dead instantly eyes out his skull and gray matter with skull fragments in it.
The other had reportedly been aggressive towards people before and the K9 and another group had shoot on site orders for this dog. I feel very badly about this one and its my second worst night mare from this war. I called the dog gave a visual description and got the go ahead. The dog was not aggressive towards me but, not behaving "right" pacing in front at a distance and paying attention to me and my vehicle. For some reason still unknown to me I decided to shoot the pacing dog with a 9mm. I shot him 6 out of the 9 times I fired a small dog in a full sprint is not easy to hit There was no necropsy so my recollection will have to do the first shot was Brod side about 4 inches behind the heart. That was all lung shot two about 3 inches higher shot 3 was a miss shot 4 I think was almost straight up the butt shot 5 was quite distant but I think this one grazed his front leg but it could have been shot 3. At that point I again for reasons I still cant explain decided to run (the truck was six feet behind me) after the dog to finish him. It was 115-120 that day full body armor and I worked mostly mids (85-90ish). Shot 6 miss. shot seven miss. I was breathing hard and shaking from my almost 200m dash I calmed down the and closed the distance the dog was unhealthy and near dead from the blood loss. He was sitting and I got close he had a filthy mangy coat smeared with fresh wet blood, the expression on his face was that of kindness and exhaustion the hind of look a sick elderly loved one has wen they think this good bye will be the last. He seemed to simply resign to his fate and at that point welcome the end. I shot him straight up the nose from about 20 feet I don't know if the movement after that was life or the funky chicken but I sure owed the animal better than that. While he was still twitching I shot him one last time, all brain there was no more pain. I don't know if it was all sweat running down my face after that, [edited] who am I kidding it sure as [edited] wasn't. I wasn't infantry I didn't see much action or death but it was there I saw it. Of all the things I wish I could erase from my memory this is #2 I stood over the dead dog looked down at his battered body and in the bright read lung tissue there where worms. Live worms in this dogs body. I swear if the not in my throat where not so tight I would have puked. Come to find out heart worms can live in most of the circulatory system they clog and damage the heart leading to death in necropsis that's where they find the bulk of the worms. I radioed up where the dog was and got some kennel mates to drive me and the truck back. I rode up in the back of the truck Some one put my dog up. I cleaned my self, my gear, and the back of the truck. I wanted to mitigate any chance of getting our dogs sick. When I was cleaned and dressed I went out see if the dog was I don't know weather to say cleaned up or laid to rest. The contract TCNs rolled him in a tarp like a burrito and threw him in the incinerator. Come to find out there was another white dog that had been aggressive. some of the guys and girls working in another area had almost adopted him he was kind of a unit pet. A few in the unit did actually pet him. As shabby as he look I don't think I would dare. The reason came close to the truck and noticed it in the first place? one of our guys gave him cold water and the occasional treat. I was in that job because I love dogs. I still feel like crap.
As chance would have it I was there for the next time the "aggressive" dog was spotted. This time with verification of others that had actually seen this dog before. Well again just a few people with standing orders to shoot dogs. No one from the other unit (different commander) would take the shot (I should have given them the ammo) I shot at him broad side a "spotter" said I hit him but I couldn't say. As I lined up the second shot the dog stiffened as if recognizing its masters voice more than "o spit I am hit" and ran off in an almost casual trot. I never fired a second shot.
Moral of the story its all where the shot hits you want a guarantee with any direct hit? try Nukes
I have had one other occasion to point my gun at a living breathing thing since then. I hope I never have to again.
About six weeks after that at the chow hall a soldier from that med unit that adopted the dog walked up to me and asked "is that guy who shot our dog still around?"
I said "yes"
"I'd like to knock is teeth down his throat. I know he had orders and all but for the way he shot Casper that's why I'd Like like to beat the [edited] out of the [edited]"
I said "yea me too when ever I think about how Casper?"
him "Yea"
"How Casper died.... me too!"
After that I talked that units 1sg and asked If could explain what happened to some members of the unit. He said I could and I brought my dog in and we made some new friends
I passed a few dogs on patrol at night with my dog still had the order but the dogs never bothered me and I never fired another shot in Iraq until finished my tour at another FOB.
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"There's no question that weapons in the hands of the public have prevented acts of terror or stopped them."
Based on my extensive military experience and many shootings OK I will stop the bull spit there.
I shot four dogs in in Iraq. I was a dog handler and had to protect him form the diseased local mutts a few times.
The first we were searching an area around an incinerator for escaped detainees still on the FOB two shots where fired at the same dog all most as one. One was a twelve gauge less lethal one a 9mm. to this day I am not sure where I hit but I think it was head maybe some skull glancing off bone and going into the shoulder (hard to explain) The less lethal I am sure hit muzzle. The other shooter and I shot at the leader most aggressive sounding and closest to us. I wish I could tell you what the rounds did but apparently the other dogs in the pack where not happy with this guy 'cuz all I saw after that was butholes and tails they munched 'em
Next dog was fairly similar at least the posture of the dog was. I had an XM6 (?) mounted on a plastic rail on my M9 and calmly put the dot on his head and pulled the trigger. It was dark and I was point looking for runaway detainees again the dog was about 30 feet away head low wide stance warning my dog to back off! I was told a few other dogs ran off after the shot but all I asw was the dog in the bright light. My big goofy son of a [edited by moderator] (all dogs are) was just startled by the shot. He still doesn't know the other dog was not inviting him to sniff his butt. He was dead instantly eyes out his skull and gray matter with skull fragments in it.
The other had reportedly been aggressive towards people before and the K9 and another group had shoot on site orders for this dog. I feel very badly about this one and its my second worst night mare from this war. I called the dog gave a visual description and got the go ahead. The dog was not aggressive towards me but, not behaving "right" pacing in front at a distance and paying attention to me and my vehicle. For some reason still unknown to me I decided to shoot the pacing dog with a 9mm. I shot him 6 out of the 9 times I fired a small dog in a full sprint is not easy to hit There was no necropsy so my recollection will have to do the first shot was Brod side about 4 inches behind the heart. That was all lung shot two about 3 inches higher shot 3 was a miss shot 4 I think was almost straight up the butt shot 5 was quite distant but I think this one grazed his front leg but it could have been shot 3. At that point I again for reasons I still cant explain decided to run (the truck was six feet behind me) after the dog to finish him. It was 115-120 that day full body armor and I worked mostly mids (85-90ish). Shot 6 miss. shot seven miss. I was breathing hard and shaking from my almost 200m dash I calmed down the and closed the distance the dog was unhealthy and near dead from the blood loss. He was sitting and I got close he had a filthy mangy coat smeared with fresh wet blood, the expression on his face was that of kindness and exhaustion the hind of look a sick elderly loved one has wen they think this good bye will be the last. He seemed to simply resign to his fate and at that point welcome the end. I shot him straight up the nose from about 20 feet I don't know if the movement after that was life or the funky chicken but I sure owed the animal better than that. While he was still twitching I shot him one last time, all brain there was no more pain. I don't know if it was all sweat running down my face after that, [edited] who am I kidding it sure as [edited] wasn't. I wasn't infantry I didn't see much action or death but it was there I saw it. Of all the things I wish I could erase from my memory this is #2 I stood over the dead dog looked down at his battered body and in the bright read lung tissue there where worms. Live worms in this dogs body. I swear if the not in my throat where not so tight I would have puked. Come to find out heart worms can live in most of the circulatory system they clog and damage the heart leading to death in necropsis that's where they find the bulk of the worms. I radioed up where the dog was and got some kennel mates to drive me and the truck back. I rode up in the back of the truck Some one put my dog up. I cleaned my self, my gear, and the back of the truck. I wanted to mitigate any chance of getting our dogs sick. When I was cleaned and dressed I went out see if the dog was I don't know weather to say cleaned up or laid to rest. The contract TCNs rolled him in a tarp like a burrito and threw him in the incinerator. Come to find out there was another white dog that had been aggressive. some of the guys and girls working in another area had almost adopted him he was kind of a unit pet. A few in the unit did actually pet him. As shabby as he look I don't think I would dare. The reason came close to the truck and noticed it in the first place? one of our guys gave him cold water and the occasional treat. I was in that job because I love dogs. I still feel like crap.
As chance would have it I was there for the next time the "aggressive" dog was spotted. This time with verification of others that had actually seen this dog before. Well again just a few people with standing orders to shoot dogs. No one from the other unit (different commander) would take the shot (I should have given them the ammo) I shot at him broad side a "spotter" said I hit him but I couldn't say. As I lined up the second shot the dog stiffened as if recognizing its masters voice more than "o spit I am hit" and ran off in an almost casual trot. I never fired a second shot.
Moral of the story its all where the shot hits you want a guarantee with any direct hit? try Nukes
I have had one other occasion to point my gun at a living breathing thing since then. I hope I never have to again.
About six weeks after that at the chow hall a soldier from that med unit that adopted the dog walked up to me and asked "is that guy who shot our dog still around?"
I said "yes"
"I'd like to knock is teeth down his throat. I know he had orders and all but for the way he shot Casper that's why I'd Like like to beat the [edited] out of the [edited]"
I said "yea me too when ever I think about how Casper?"
him "Yea"
"How Casper died.... me too!"
After that I talked that units 1sg and asked If could explain what happened to some members of the unit. He said I could and I brought my dog in and we made some new friends
I passed a few dogs on patrol at night with my dog still had the order but the dogs never bothered me and I never fired another shot in Iraq until finished my tour at another FOB.
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"There's no question that weapons in the hands of the public have prevented acts of terror or stopped them."
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·Sorry I missed a few. really I edited at least 10 out for this forum.tapehoser said:
I can't believe my "son of a female dog" comment got edited, he was in fact a son-of-female-dog :roll:
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That is quite literally true, since the actual definition of the word means a female dog. Unfortunately, "son of a [female dog]" is also a common vulgar phrase and so is quite liable to be edited. It's not a perfect world.hedonistic said:
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.....Talk about one lucky shot! I've got pretty good at hitting pop cans from 75 yards with my Springfield 1911-A1. Something my uncle taught me when I was 12. Would love to see the pic
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My mat teacher always told us, "don't drink and divide"UTOC-45-44 said:And they say Guns and Alocohol don't mix. The exact thing I would say about Math and Alcohol :shock:tapehoser said:????????????????? :? ????????????????
With 3 feet to every yard, that comes out to 300 feet in my math book.
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I had a pistol cross bow that was complete garbage. The string would break often and I'm surprised I never lost an eye. I once shot it at a Robbin who was on our fence. I took the shot and the sting broke scared the bird into diving off the fence, the bolt went low since the string broke. It impaled the bird and stuck into the wood fence. It flapped around in circles on the bolt for a while. It doesn't haunt me, but it was the last time I shot that little cross bow. The stings were to expensive.
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Back when I was in high school I worked the yard at my Grandfathers construction company, It useto be down in the swamp in NSL, we would get ducks and other stuff all the time. One day my supervisor came out and we started tossing bolts at them for fun, well we managed to nail one right in the head, it went face down in the water and one foot was still moving, the duck was just swimming around in circles for what seemed hours.
Odd thing was the duck eventually came out of it and seemed fine, it was hanging out by the cement mixer for a while after that. :dunno:
later it left.
Odd thing was the duck eventually came out of it and seemed fine, it was hanging out by the cement mixer for a while after that. :dunno:
later it left.
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That's even luckier than one pine hen I killed while bowhunting. I was chasing deer, but I came across a pine hen and decided to take a shot at it with the blunt I carry for practicing on does. I missed the bird by a good two feet, but it fell over dead anyway. All I can figure is I must have given it a heart attack. Ate it for lunch. Yummy.Ty said:
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Bwahaha, I've seen something similar happen with a grouse that my brother shoot at. He shot a good foot in front of it with a .30 carbine, it fell over dead. No holes or bruises that we could see so the round didn't bounce up and hit him. Dumb, but tasty birds.swillden said:
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:ROFL: :lolbang:swillden said:
I found some birds stuck in a fence one day... I helped them out...
I watched a bird run into a parked car once, that was kinda funny, I'm not sure if it survived.
I watched a deer sideswipe a mini van up on bountiful blvd, I felt bad for the minivan, it had a huge deer shaped dent in the side.
I almost got a fox on my grille guard driving through wyoming, twice, man those things are quick!
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This has turned into a weird thread. Lots of shooters, not too many hunters here I guess. I blew a bird off a fence with a wrist rocket when I was a kid and felt bad about it. I have since hunted bunnies and prairie rats in a number of different western states, as well as a bit of big game and other assorted hunts. I still feel something when I pull the trigger on a hunt. Its called "recoil"! Meat is yummy, and hunting is fun. Im not going to shoot anything thats in danger of going extinct, and I do like to abide by the law, but I'm just fine with the odd duck getting hit in the head with a golf club etc. I once saw an (already dead) rabbit get fired out of a cannon. I probably should have felt bad about that, but I was laughing too hard................... :twisted:
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You don't want to know what a AR-15 does to a bunny at close range when he is trying to get away from me. :crown:
Right up the butt!
My favorite hunting spot I useto get te bunnies coming right up to me, I was able to take one out with my P22 and my Glock 21. 8)
Lately I have only seen a few here and there, I'm hoping I find a few this weekend. :dancing:
I can't dear hunt this year due to $.
When I was a kid I shot at a bunch of birds in the trees with a Pistol bbgun loaded with pointed pellets, I thought I was missing until all sudden birds started falling out of trees like crazy.
I was planning on taking maybe one or two out, not all of them! :nilly:
In boy scouts on a camping trip, we hunted and killed some potguts, the scout leader made us eat them for dinner... YUCk!
Good times. :mrgreen:
Right up the butt!
My favorite hunting spot I useto get te bunnies coming right up to me, I was able to take one out with my P22 and my Glock 21. 8)
Lately I have only seen a few here and there, I'm hoping I find a few this weekend. :dancing:
I can't dear hunt this year due to $.
When I was a kid I shot at a bunch of birds in the trees with a Pistol bbgun loaded with pointed pellets, I thought I was missing until all sudden birds started falling out of trees like crazy.
I was planning on taking maybe one or two out, not all of them! :nilly:
In boy scouts on a camping trip, we hunted and killed some potguts, the scout leader made us eat them for dinner... YUCk!
Good times. :mrgreen:
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