I'm so good, I don't need a gun. I spit bullets out of my mouth, and when I bend over, they come out of my butt. And when I am really mad, I do cartwheels and become a Gatling gun!
This is one of the few times I was smart enough to just act like I meant to do that. when chance was in my favor.
This was in '98 or so. I was curious the hold needed for carry loads for my Glock 22 at 50 and 100 yards. So I shot a few groups at each. We are cleaning up and it is getting dark. This is at a farm range that has been having issues with opossum. Someone spots one that is a good ways up a tree towards the direction of the hill. So I figure that I've got a huge hill back stop, I might as well try to get him with a few shots. Hold a bit between my 50 and 100 yards elevation (front tritium dot being split by the plane of the back sight.) Fire one round. Down he falls. I holster and act like I shoot them at 72 yards (what we paced off after I shot) all day. A .40 HydroShok does some damage to a opossum.
Probably couldn't make that shot again in 10 tries.