We asked our Facebook fans about their longest pistol shot. The answers ranged from a mere 25 yards, the standard distance at many pistol ranges, to shots in excess of 250 yards. One thing that surprised me is how many people refused to believe you could actually hit a target over 100 yards away.
Believe it or not, the full sized pistol you own is probably capable of shots out to 200 yards.
At a 3-gun match there was a pistol stage with full-sized silhouette targets set out to distances as far as 80 yards and yes, many competitors had great difficulty landing hits on these targets.
I have practiced on half-sized silhouettes up to 50 yards away and the additional 30 yards for the longest target on that stage gave me fits. Still, I have personally witnessed a number of shooters hit a man sized target consistently at distances up to 200 yards away with a 1911 chambered in .45 ACP.
A typical 1911, zeroed at 7 yards, has a drop of only 1.7 inches at 50 yards and a mere 14 inches at 100 yards. When the distance increases past 100 yards, things get a bit more interesting.
At 150 yards, the bullet drop increases to more than 40 inches and at 200 yards a 230-grain bullet with a muzzle velocity of 900 fps drops a whopping 81.4 inches.
Shoot Over 200 Yards
How can anyone reliably make a shot with a pistol over 200 yards?
First, it helps to have a pistol that shoots a fast bullet. .357 Sig and .40 S&W both are fairly flat shooting rounds. Although for the ultimate in long range pistol shooting, you’ll need a Magnum cartridge such as .357, .44, .500 S&W or .50 AE.
Still, the amount of holdover necessary to land a good hit makes it difficult to estimate on the fly. There is a solution for aiming such shots.
It’s not possible on all pistols, however, you can hold a scribed front sight up far above the rear to get the proper hold for a long-range pistol shot.
Ideal shooting positions are supine (leaning back as if in a recliner, this pose is well known to silhouette shooters) and prone.
Even without a powerful magnum or a tall ramped front sight, it’s possible to get hits consistently with your standard service pistol.
I took my .45 ACP 1911 with stock GI sights out to the range to demonstrate this after failing to hit the 80-yard silhouette at a 3-gun match.
To start with, I calculated the ballistics previously mentioned for my load.
- Beginning at 50 yards, I held just a hair high and, shooting prone, was able to land all seven shots on the target in a tight 3-inch group.
- Moving back to 100 yards the target looked much smaller on my front sight and, by holding on the head of the silhouette, I was able to drop the rounds consistently into the torso.
- Things got more interesting at 200 yards and I was glad to have an earthen backstop so I could see the splash of my misses. Using these clues, I managed to walk the rounds onto the target in short order and figure out the proper hold.
Now that I knew the amount of hold necessary for that distance, I went ahead and tried to make the shot off hand. I won’t lie; only three of the seven rounds hit the target. Nevertheless, given that distance, I felt pretty happy knowing I could engage a 200-yard target with my pistol and still land hits at all.
What’s the point here?
The point is shooting is 90% mental. Most people don’t realize a pistol is an alternative when a rifle is not available. Those who may know such shots are possible, most never practice with their own handguns.
The point here is that if you know your gun and you practice with it, you too can land hits on a target 200 yards away. Heck, with the right caliber, such as a .357 or .44 Magnum revolver, hitting targets at 300, 400, and even 600 yards is possible.
Over 500 Yards with a .357?
Elmer Keith, father of the famous .357 and .44 Magnum told one such tale of hunting deer over 500 yards with a .357 revolver. Many chalked his tale up to nothing except a bit of “hunter’s hyperbole” although Keith stood by his claims and I, for one, believe the tale.
Here is his story:
Paul Kriley and I hunted up Clear Creek on the right side where it is partly open bunch grass meadows and partly patches of timber. We hunted all day, and although we saw several does at 80-90 yards and one at 60, that I could have killed.
We passed them up, as I wanted a buck. Toward evening we topped out on a ridge. There was a swale between us and another small ridge on the side of the mountain slope about 300-400 yards away. Beyond that, out on the open sidehill, no doubt on account of the cougar, were about 20 mule deer, feeding.
Two big bucks were in the band, and some lesser ones, the rest were does and long fawns. As it was getting late and the last day of the season, I wanted one of those bucks for meat. Being a half-mile away, I told Paul, “Take the .300 Magnum and duck back through this swale to that next ridge and that should put you within about 500 yards of them. I’ll stay here (the deer had seen us), let them watch me for a decoy.”
Paul said, “You take the rifle.”
“I said, how is it sighted?”
He said, “one inch high at a hundred yards.” I told him to go ahead because I wouldn’t know where to hold it. I always sighted a .300 Magnum 3 inches high at a hundred and I wouldn’t know where to hold it at 500.
I said, “You go ahead and kill the biggest buck in the bunch for me.” Paul took off, went across the swale and climbed the ridge, laid down and crawled up to the top. He shot.
The lower of the two bucks, which he later said was the biggest one, dropped and rolled down the mountain. I then took off across the swale to join him. Just before I climbed up the ridge to where he was lying, he started shooting again.
When I came up on top, the band of deer was pretty well long gone. They’d gone out to the next ridge top, turned up it slightly and went over. But the old buck was up following their trail, one front leg a-swinging.
Paul had hit it. I asked Paul, “Is there any harm in me getting into this show?” He said, “No, go ahead.”
I had to lay down prone, because if I crawled over the hill to assume my old backside positioning, the blast of his gun would be right in my ear. Shooting prone with a .44 Magnum is something I don’t like at all. The concussion is terrific. It will just about bust your ear drums every time.
At any rate Paul shot and missed. I held all of the front sight up, or practically all of it, and perched the running deer on top of the front sight and squeezed one off.
Paul said, “I saw it through my scope. It hit in the mud and snow right below him.” There was possibly six inches of wet snow, with muddy ground underneath. I told him “I won’t be low the next shot.”
Paul shot again and missed with his .300 Magnum. The next time I held all of the front sight up and a bit of the ramp, just perched the deer on top. After the shot the gun came down out of recoil and the bullet had evidently landed. The buck made a high buck-jump, swapped ends, and came back toward us, shaking his head.
I told Paul I must have hit a horn. I asked him to let the buck come back until he was right on us if he would, let him come as close as he would and I’d jump up and kill him. When he came back to where Paul had first rolled him, out about 500 yards, Paul said, “I could hit him now, I think.”
“Well,” I said, “I don’t like to see a deer run on three legs. Go ahead.” He shot again and missed. The buck swapped ends and turned around and went back right over the same trail.
Paul said, “I’m out of ammunition. Empty.” I told him to reload, duck back out of sight, go on around the hill and head the old buck off, and I’d chase him on around. Paul took off on a run to go around this bunch-grass hill and get up above the buck and on top. He was young, husky, and could run like a deer himself.
I got on the old buck again with all of the front sight and a trifle of the ramp up. Just as I was going to squeeze it off when he got to the ridge, he turned up it just as the band of deer had done. So I moved the sight picture in front of him and shot. After an interval he went down and out of sight. I didn’t think anything of it, thought he had just tipped over the ridge.
It took me about half an hour to get across. When I got over there to the ridge, I saw where he’d rolled down the hill about fifty yards, bleeding badly, and then he’d gotten up and walked from the tracks to the ridge in front of us. There were a few pine trees down below, so I cut across to intercept his tracks. I could see he was bleeding out both sides.
Just before I got to the top of the ridge, I heard a shot up above me and then another shot, and I yelled and asked if it was Paul. He answered. I asked, “Did you get him?” He said, “Yes, he’s down there by that big pine tree below you. Climb a little higher and you can see him.”
Paul came down and we went down to the buck. Paul said the buck was walking along all humped up very slowly. He held back of the shoulders as he was quartering away. The first shot went between his forelegs and threw up snow. Then he said the buck turned a little more away from him and he held higher and dropped him. Finally we parted the hair in the right flank and found where the 180-grain needle-pointed Remington Spitzer had gone in.
Later I determined it blew up and lodged in the left shoulder. At any rate I looked his horns over, trying to see where I’d hit a horn. No sign of it. Finally I found a bullet hole back of the right jaw and it came out of the top of his nose. That was the shot I’d hit him with out at 600 yards.
Then Paul said, “Who shot him through the lungs broadside?”
I didn’t, never had that kind of shot at all.” There was an entrance hole fairly high on the right side of the rib cage just under the spine and an exit just about three or four inches lower on the other side. The deer had been approximately the same elevation as I was when I fired that last shot at him.
We dressed him, drug him down the trail on Clear Creek, hung him up, and went on down to the ranch. The next day a man named Posy and I came back with a pack horse, loaded him and took him in. I took a few pictures of him hanging in the woodshed along with the Smith & Wesson .44 Mag.
I took him home and hung him up in the garage. About ten days later my son Ted came home from college and I told him, “Ted, go out and skin that big buck and get us some chops. They should be well-ripened and about right for dinner tonight.”
After awhile Ted came in and he laid the part jacket of a Remington bullet on the table beside me and he said, “Dad, I found this right beside the exit hole on the left side of that buck’s ribs.” Then I knew that I had hit him at that long range two out of four times.
I believe I missed the first shot, we didn’t see it at all, and it was on the second that Paul said he saw snow and mud fly up at his heels. I wrote it up and I’ve been called a liar ever since, but Paul Kriley is still alive and able to vouch for the facts.
So what’s your longest shot? Ever made 200 yards, or more? If not, are you ready to go out and practice with your favorite firearm? Share your thoughts in the comments section.
This article originally posted on September 17, 2010.