"Oddest" moment you've had at a shoot.

[H. K. Uriah, SASS #74619]

From time to time, I am sure that we have all had an "amused grin" moment at a shoot.

 

For me, I'd have to say my best one was at a shoot in Michigan where a pard saw that I had a vintage Winchester 73 and asked if he could look at it, as he had only ever handled Uberti replicas.

 

I said sure, handed him the rifle with the action open, and he promptly closed it and carefully lowerd the hammer. then he shouldered it, and could not work the action! He was so used to slicked up/short stroked replicas that he thought something was wrong. In fact, he was afraid he had broken my rifle.

 

I just took the rifle back, shook my head and grinned as I cycled the action to prove there was nothing wrong.

 

The whole thing was amusing to me.

 

Anyone have similarly wierd happenings at a shoot?

[Tom Foolery U.S.M. #2348]

About 15 years ago, I had found a few boxes of Russian copper washed steel 12ga. shells in a shop in Phoenix. Didn't show them to anyone when I got to the shoot. I was loading from my pocket at the time cuz I didn't have a shotgun belt. They were loaded with paper wads and were like confetti and the "ching" when the shells hit the ground was fun. Everyone was hollering when I finished

 

 

TF

[John Barleycorn, SASS #76982]

Took a spill on some slipery wet grass and had a muddy wet backside the rest of the day. We all got a big laugh out of it.

[Sergeant Smokepole #29248L]

Watching people step well clear of me for my second stage.... Some people don't like the concussion of 83 grains of FFFg.... Plus, I've started a few grass fires from my fiber wads....

[Brasspounder]

Winter Range 2009...

 

Plainsman sidematch....

 

Fired the old original 1873 model Springfield Trapdoor 45-70 rifle, hit all the targets OK,

Breech latching lever fell off after the last shot...old, crystallized metal,

broke the shaft right where the operating lever attached.

 

Ordered new parts from Dixie Gun works on site in Vendor's row...

Had them in the mail when I got back home to Alaska. Installed 'em & good as new now.

 

Still a beautiful old rifle to shoot!

 

Bp

[Tom Bullweed]

A B-western cowboy (name withheld to protect the shooter) shoots occasionally in pink longjohns and a barrel. The barrel is held up with wide suspenders and has his holsters and shotgun shells mounted to the outside of the barrel wall.

This cowboy and I shot on the same posse when it started raining off and on during the day. The wetter that it got, the lower that barrel got. Either the barrel got weighed down or the suspenders just stretched. By stage five the barrel was almost on the ground while the cowboy shot his gun. He would have to hike the barrel up and move to the next shooting position.

That was a Saturday match, and I still hurt on the following Tuesday from the heehawing that the posse was giving this very good-natured cowboy. For what its worth, he still outshot most of the posse.

(You cannot make this stuff up.)

[Pitmaster, SASS #78461]

I finished shooting the stage, grabbed rifle and shotgun in each hand turned and took one step to the unloading table and my dropped to my knees. I was standing there with my knees spread keeping my pants from falling to my ankles holding my guns. No DQ since the guns didn't hit the ground nor did I break the 180.

[Rolan Kraps, SASS # 24084 Life]

"Dear Penthouse forum,

You're not going to believe this but...."

 

 

Just fooling'!

[Tell Sackett SASS 18436]

How about a "downrange" while an alligator crossed the range? Fairly big one too-at least 4 or 5 feet long.

[Angry Ned]

I was one of the only out of state attendees at a match in St George Utah. At the awards banquet, all was going on as to script and I, along with all wishing to be lucky enought to pick up one of the raffle items.

 

I look up and see that the awards presenter has an old-very-well-broken in toilet seat to present. Guess who won it? The out of state new guy from California. Yea I played good sport and the locals all got a real chuggle that this guy got the joke gift. I tried to play along, but still felt ackward with this situation. I wanted to get on my horse and split town in a big hurry. Maybe I'll look back and laugh but not for awhile.

 

Ned

[Whiskey James SASS 85199]

Shooting a clean match a few months back.

 

Whiskey James

[Hacker, SASS #55963]

During a match a couple of years back, there was a shooter not normal for our club that showed up to our shoot wearing a pair of red long johns top and bottoms.

A pair of cowboy boots, had and gunbelt. No pants no shirt.

[Capt Stephen D Hill, SASS #56151]

During a match a couple of years back, there was a shooter not normal for our club that showed up to our shoot wearing a pair of red long johns top and bottoms.

A pair of cowboy boots, had and gunbelt. No pants no shirt.

 

 

Are you sure that it wasn't T-Bone??!!

[Mosey West]

A couple years ago I was timing a guy with a Henry Big Boy. Apparently he didn't

give his loading tube a good enough 'twist' to lock it in place when he loaded. He

fired the first shot and the spring loaded tube flew out the end and landed by the

pistol targets.

 

Mosey West

[Mustang Gregg]

 

Proably when another new shooter with a .45 M-92 accidently grabbed a box of my .44's and shot a stage.

He had a few misses and a lot of split cases to give me back.

I thought it was a lot funnier than he did.

No harm done, though.

 

MG

[Sergeant Smokepole #29248L]

Ever have a spotter that had coke bottle glasses and turned off hearing aids???????????

 

 

With Black Powder smoke....

[Two Spurs]

Amused the rest of the posse more than me! WE all watched my first pistol round puff out and land at the base of the pistol target.

 

[Allie Mo, SASS No. 25217]

Hi Pards,

 

I guess I should go with the one that came to mind first...

 

At a Plainsman Event at Plainfield Raid, I creamed the Texas Star with my SG, killed the rifle, then headed downrange to shoot the pistol (we shot the rifle targets from a closer location with our pistols). When I reached down to pull my first pistol, oops no pistols. So, I ran uprange, got them off the loading table, and ran back downrange.

 

Mike Bastian was filming the entire "episode" so, I waved at him as I ran by.

 

It was so odd that I wasn't last. I did shoot a lot better back then.

 

Regards,

 

Allie Mo

[Three Foot Johnson]

During a match a couple of years back, there was a shooter not normal for our club that showed up to our shoot wearing a pair of red long johns top and bottoms.

A pair of cowboy boots, had and gunbelt. No pants no shirt.

 

Kinda like THIS?

 

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Texas Star - knocked the first plate off, missed #2 (four left), knocked #3 off (3 left), missed #4 (3 left), shot #5 knocked off the upper plate, which took off the other two on its way down. No plates left, clean star!

 

Last year, about the 4th shot from my Spencer, I cocked it, jacked the empty out, chambered a new round, brought it back up to my shoulder and the sights were gone! Well, way off to the right anyway...?? I grabbed the barrel & forend, screwed the action a quarter turn back onto it, and finished the stage holding righty-tighty pressure on the barrel.

[Guest Winchester Jack, SASS #70195]

At the CVR shootout last year my daughter Ruthless Ruthie had a bad stage when dads home made ammo puked. This got her so upset that on the next stage she only loaded 9 (I borrowed good ammo to replace my bad ammo) and when I told her she insisted she had loaded 10. Well the rifle went bang, bang, bang, bang up to 9 and no 10th bang. First words out of her mouth: "Dammitt my dad was right"

[Krazy Kajun]

At the CVR shootout last year my daughter Ruthless Ruthie had a bad stage when dads home made ammo puked. This got her so upset that on the next stage she only loaded 9 (I borrowed good ammo to replace my bad ammo) and when I told her she insisted she had loaded 10. Well the rifle went bang, bang, bang, bang up to 9 and no 10th bang. First words out of her mouth: "Dammitt my dad was right"

 

Ah, a member of the Dammit Gang

[Iron Pony]

Hmm, might be the stage where you had to reach up the cows, backside shall we say to get a pair of shotgun shells. Think it was one of the Lincoln County Lawmen who made up a velvet "sleeve" for that purpose.

 

Or it could be the time I shot myself in a sensitive area. Going gunfighter of course, lined up on target started shooting and one came straight back and caught me dead in the plums. Piney Woods was running the timer when I doubled over, cocked pistol in each hand trying to compose myself. Really didnt help that he was laughing his a@@ off when I answered his question about what was wrong.

[Hardpan Curmudgeon SASS #8967]

At the CVR shootout last year my daughter Ruthless Ruthie had a bad stage when dads home made ammo puked. This got her so upset that on the next stage she only loaded 9 (I borrowed good ammo to replace my bad ammo) and when I told her she insisted she had loaded 10. Well the rifle went bang, bang, bang, bang up to 9 and no 10th bang. First words out of her mouth: "Dammitt my dad was right"

The later generation SO hate saying that...

[johny two horse]

Last Saturday someone at the loading table reloaded one of my pistols with black powder cartridges. It was a hoot and I am converting.

[Rye Miles #13621]

My good pard Pinto Kid was shooting and after shooting his pistols he ran and got his rifle, shot that and then ran to get his shotgun. As he neared his shotgun his belt and holsters started sliding down his legs, when he got to his shotgun his holsters and belt were down around his ankles (pistols were not touching the ground) he spread his feet out to hold the pistols from sliding down any further and shot his 4 rounds from the shotgun and CLEANED the stage!!!! One of the funniest moments for me and the whole posse! LOL

 

Rye

[Griff]

I can never decide if the best "awkward moment" was the time that I ran out of shots trying to hit a "must hit last target with pistol" stage... so I ran up and "dinged" the target with the barrel of my 1851 Colt. Protest that NO ONE else shot the stage correctly fell on deaf ears; or was it

 

the time at EOT when the loading table officer told me I had to keep the barrel of my 1851 Colt pointed down at the dirt while loading... I just asked him if he would explain how to pour powder UP into the cylinder; or maybe it was

 

the time I loaded my 1851 with powder, wads and was interrupted before I got the projectiles in... and reported to the firing line... Them wads hit each knockdown... which stood rigidly at attention, nary a wiggle! Talk about light loads! Good thing BP doesn't have to meet a power factor!

[Smithy]

Being too proud to admit I needed to take a pass on mounting their faux horse during a shoot, I took forever to mount the saddled 5 gallon pickle bucket on a truck spring. I needed help to get on it and was wobbling all over and got to miss one target (I would have had a clean match other than that). I gave up shooting of man made horses ever since. Smithy.

[Willy Whiskers]

What amazes me about this game is the mind-body discontinuity. That is when your in the middle of your run and your brain leaves you. Now it isn't that it just leaves, but it doesn't leave a note or anything to tell your body that it is totally on its own with abolutly no guidence system at all. And there you are sending bullets down range with no idea of what you are doing or why you are doing it.

Happened again to me a few shoots back. My brain left and here I was like two individuals. I was watching myself shoot and wondering who was that guy cocking and firing that pistol. Damnest, wierdest feeling in the world. WW

[Kid Drover]

There was a cowpoke that grabbed someone else's S X S. It had only one trigger, and his had two. He shot one popper and started reaching for the back trigger. When he couldn't find the trigger; he looked into the trigger guard; stopped shooting and said, and I quote, "My trigger fell off?! My trigger fell off!" Once, we figured it out, we hooted and howled the rest of the day......"My trigger fell OFF! KCDrover

[John Two Feathers, SASS #58400]

There have been several, but....

One particular gent shoots with a duck call in his mouth, saying his lines through it. (evidently someone in the past had done his name tag as Duc rather than Doc.)

 

The lines are funny enough, but at a state match a few years ago, the berm marshals and the match director showed up at the end of his run with their own duck calls and followed him to the unloading table quacking all the way.

 

ps. Bullweed, I have shot with the cowboy in the long johns and barrel on several occassions. You were right to leave him un-named. Some of his other outfits are rather hilarious in their own right.

[Sheriff Oso, SASS #57788L]

Shot a Shotgun, rifle, pistol, pistol stage.

Shot it clean- except the last hit on the pistol target came from the flying ejector rod, not the boolit.

No spotters were aware, nor was the RO. Only I knew what had happened.

 

I called the miss on myself, then a DOWNRANGE, found the housing, the rod AND the screw!!

 

 

And yes, now i ALWAYS check to be sure ALL screws are tight!

[crooked jake,4371]

Match down outa Redbluff CA

 

Picked my shotgun up and it had a baby rattlesnake on it .....didn't even see it.......

 

 

funniest had to been ...........Roseburg Or .......had to wear a box and sneak outa town ........guy was runnin and tripped .........so here is this box on its side and these 2 feet stickin out runnin in air .............just like a cartoon!!!!!

[Oddnews SASS# 24779]

I used to (note the verb tense there) always cock my revolvers with the off thumb (the left thumb, as I'm right-handed). For grins, I had borrowed a friends Scholfield replica. Sights onthe target, I swept back the hammer and ejected all five live rounds. It was an awkward moment.

[Bama Red]

Very first Cowboy shoot. I came from a 1911, Rem 870, semi-auto rifle background. Of course, I was familiar with single action pistols and lever action rifles, and, to a lesser extent, SXS shotguns.

I had had a brief look at a couple of stages, and just knew I could do well at this game .

 

Sooooooooooooooo, the buzzer goes off, I draw the first pistol and commence to squeezin' that trigger for all its worth. Finally, the ever-helpful peanut gallery is hollerin' "Ya gotta cock it, Bama!!"

 

Made it thru the rest of the pistols, not too much trouble with the rifle, and then came the shotgun . I grabbed two shells out of my vest pocket and commenced stuffing them in the open chambers and wondering why they wouldn't go! The peanut gallery to the rescue again - "Bama, the shiny ends go to the rear!" When I finally figgered that out, I made it thru the rest of the stage and the match.

 

The rest, as they say is history and has led to meeting some of the finest folks around, and having some of the most fun possible . I'm still trying to "do well at this game".

[Guest Winchester Jack, SASS #70195]

Funniest moment has to be the lady who shucked her skirt to climb up on the "horse". The TO turned around just as the skirt hit the ground. His expression was proceless