my longest shot ever wasn't the most fantastic shot ever. back in 1974 when I was trapping full time, i saw a fox run out of a brush pile and head into an old farm grove. I ran back to my car and got my Mossberg 640 k 22 magnum which was the only rifle I had back then. I had two 5 shot clips and when I got half way to the grove I saw the fox heading across the section. We had just our first snow, about an inch of fluffy cold stuff. I took my first shot a snow puffed below him and he ran out a ways and stopped I raised up and fired and puffed snow below him again. this went on the same him stopping each time for 8 shots the first seven shots were low the eighth was just over him but this time he kept walking. I had a cheap Tasco 4 x scope and I was aiming so high that he was almost out of the bottom of the scope. another 20 yards out and I wouldn't of been able to see him in the scope. on the 9th shot I held what I felt was a tad lower then number 8 and a little out in front of him a squeedzed the trigger. He spun and collapsed and I jumped higher and whopped louder than ever before. the fox was 400 yards and I will never forget that lucky shot. plus every fox back then was 3 days pay.