This troper was once doing a bit of archery but has a co-ordination disorder so had no chance of geting a good score. Instead, he noticed the archery target, being made of paper and attached to a tree, was falling off so decided to try and reinforce it with the arrow (partialy for the comedic value of the paper target falling on whoever took the arrow out's head. He shot the arrow, intending to get the arrow in the large area outside the coencentric circles of the target but still on the paper and the arrow landed on the bullseye.

My old karate sensei told a story once involving "you can be considered a master of using chopsticks when you can use them to throw a single grain of cooked rice into a bowl from across the room." Apparently, someone brought that up when he was a dinner once, and he did it. First try. Never even tried again, since he knew it was shear luck.

Once when I was little, I had been on a bowling trip with my family and got a 7-5-10 split. I wasn't even hoping to get a spare, so I just aimed at the 7 and 5. The ball knocks the 7 over clean, but the 5 goes flying towards the 10 and knocks it down as well. To this day, I can't duplicate it.

In a paintball game in ROTC this troper's best shooting all day was when he accidentally fired on his squad leader.

I once threatened to throw an ice cube down a friend's shirt from across a table. He responded by holding out the collar and daring her to try. The ice cube completely missed the intended target and hit him right between the eyes.

My best friend in high school tried to show off in front of the upperclassman, and threw a basketball into one of the gym's six hoops. The ball hit the backboard of one, rounded off the rim, and flew into ''a different hoop with a swish.'' Everyone in the gym looked at the guy, stunned. He looked at the captain of the basketball team, shrugged, and said "But since this game is Seniors only...", and walked away without looking back. After catching up to him, I asked him how he pulled that trick off. His response? "I have no idea."

I once (after consuming a not insignificant amount of alcohol) foolishly accepted a dare to throw a dart blinfolded, over the shoulder, and left-handed. And hit the bullseye. I could not have duplicated the shot stone-cold sober with both hands free and both eyes fixed on the board.

This troper was in a game of kickball at his middle school and went up to kick the ball. He kicked it in a random direction and stormed towards first base. When this troper stopped he could hear the rest of the class cheering extremely loudly. He looked up and realized he made a basket with the ball after kicking it at least 60 feet.

If you're not me from a few years ago, my middle school eventually decided to count those as home runs after students repeatedly (and sometimes successfully) tried to duplicate the trick. I think I once hit the backboard of the basket above home plate (it was a six-basket court, and it didn't land in the basket).

I was in elementary school volleyball and basketball, and was never really good at either. However, I still remember that during my first volleyball game, I was about to bump the ball, and ended up swinging my arms too far so that the ball ended up curving behind me and flying into the basketball hoop of the gym my team was playing in. If only I had played with volleyball moves on my basketball team.

Were you that girl that did that on AmericasFunniestHomeVideos?

I actually got to see this ''twice'' in a single trip to the range, same man, same gun, same unfortunate target stand getting shot down. As the shooter observed the first time, it's supposed to be an impossible shot. The second time...I fell over laughing.

I have been on the receiving end of this trope, or possibly a variation thereof: not renowned for athletic skills, I was one of several outfielders in a middle-school softball game, being relegated to the position where I could do least harm. Third quarter, an opposing member lands a solid hit, sending the ball in a graceful ballistic arc - terminating neatly twelve inches from my face, right into my ungloved hands. Accidental catching skills, maybe?

Same troper also knows a friend, whose first experience with bolt-action rifles was...unusual, to say the least. The paper target at the shooting range was clipped between two parallel, horizontal wires. Without truly aiming, he managed to send a bullet through the clothespin and ''into the wire'', severing it just above his target and holding up the rifle class until the wire was replaced. The same person has since managed to develop ImprobableAimingSkills with a shotgun, but at last count ''still'' can't shoot well with a rifle.

I used to work at a restaurant with my brother. Like typical brothers, throwing things at each other was a fun pastime. One day, I stepped out the back door to see my brother and one of the other employees on their smoke break, so I decided to throw a leftover slice of tomato at my brother's chest. The slice arced through the air and smacked the other guy right between the eyes instead.

And I once threw a bowling ball. . .rather than the usual gutter-ball it actually turned into a strike ... for the person at the lane on my right.

Done by me with a very casual toss of a long PVC pipe that was used as an improvised spear. Having never thrown a javelin before, I tossed it, just for fun, and it stuck perfectly in the ground near my intended target.

I seem to have a penchant for hitting kids square in the head whenever I don't try very hard to kick/throw a ball. One example would be at an end of recess in eighth grade, I got my favorite football, kicked toward the basket where they're stored, turned away, and beaned a sixth-grader right in the back of the head. This caused her to fall over too. I said sorry and didn't get in trouble because it was so cool. I miss recess.

My magnum opus in shooting things happened at a paintball session with friends. I got a (rather painful, so he complained) neckshot from 40 metres. When asked which vicious bastard shot him, I piped up: "I think you mean vicious bitch. Sorry, I was aiming for your chest."

My old high school had a game when they were teaching basketball in PE. Everyone got in a line and the front two people got basketballs to shoot at the hoop. If the person in front got in the basket first, they went to the back of the line. If the person behind them managed to get their ball in first, however, the person in front was out. Whenever I got out, I would always throw the ball at the hoop in frustration, never looking and every time it always got in. It still amuses everyone who saw it to this day.

This troper played this exact same game a few weeks ago. I complained that I was terrible at basketball and a friend of mine assured me that he was also horrible and couldn't make a basket if the hoop was directly beneath his hands. He then proceeded to make every single shot he attempted on the first try. Other friends of his have sworn to me that yes, he really does normally suck at basketball, and that the game was just a freak accident. I still don't believe them.

Kulture here, two airsoft ones:

First: a 500FPS Tanaka M500 handcannon revolver, headshot across the site on a sniper with a gas powered R700 that was harassing our team, right between the eyes.

Second: Same revolver, through the undergrowth and straight into some poor bastard's kneecap at a relatively short range, needless to say, it held their advance up.

{{@/Quaternion}} made a rather short throw during a game of basketball in high school. Nevertheless, the ball bounced upwards from the wall bars, and from below, it went straight through the hoop, without touching the rim. The teacher considered awarding points for it.

SquealingSandry is famous in her family for her horrible aim with thrown objects (though she's rather good at archery and shooting with a pistol). However, the topper has to be the time she tried to throw a shoe at the floor in anger... and '''''missed''''', hitting her little brother in the kidney. He had made her late to work by stealing said shoes, though, so it may have been subconscious aim rather than accidental... but considering her usual aim? Not likely.

... How in the ''world'' do you miss the '''''floor?'''''

The same way you trip on a cordless phone.

Maybe you should learn how to fly. It's the same theory, really.

{{Tachikaze}} once managed, whilst screwing about with a friend's nerf gun managed to hit said friend in the glasses instead of the cans he was meant to be aiming for...

I had this happen twice, throwing things at two different friends. A rule of thumb for me is that if I'm aiming at it, there's no possible way for me to hit it.

The first time it was a copy of a hardcover book. I aimed between her eyes, since I "knew" that if I aimed there, I wasn't going to hit it. Oops.

Second time was a water bottle. I was aiming for my friend's face on the same principle (in retrospect, I should have learned my lesson the first time), and hit her square in the nose hard enough to get a nosebleed. In the middle of class. The teacher just laughed it off.

This Troper once got a hole in ''zero'' at crazy golf. The ball went up a slope, flew into the air, and landed in the next hole after the one I was currently on, so of course I scored it as 0 for the first and 1 for the second (what else do you do?)

This Troper hit her tennis trainer in the balls. Poor guy.

A friend of mine was shooting my scoped rifle at a group of three cans once when we were hanging out. After about 12 shots and no luck, he shot it in the general direction of the cans, from the hip. All three fell over, and when I went to check, each had an entry and exit hole in them. ONE SHOT. To this day, we can't figure it out.

During a volleyball game, this troper once managed to hit the ball so it went straight up and got lodged in the rafters. Total fluke.

Don't know if this counts, but I was part of a game of Dark Heresy. I ran into the field of fire in a corridor and I got hit by a perfect headshot from the enemy (who was targeting a friend next to my character). If I hadn't spent a fate point, it would have been the most hilarious death in the 40k galaxy: I get headshoted by someone who was aiming for the target directly next to me. Similarly, I once stupidly (in the same campaign) fired at the ground and, after a large amount of ricochets, almost killed an ally standing behind me (not the same one from the previous story). In fairness, I had fired a laspistol.

Real life catching story this time: I once threw a pen in the air (I was bored in Chemistry, as was my table: just realised how many of my tales feature this same sentence or a similar one) and, without looking at the pen once after throwing it, managed to catch it in my other hand. It had gone from the right side of my body to the left in mid air and I had caught it without moving my left hand at all. To this day, I have no idea how the hell I did it, or managed to do the same trick like I did that day.

Occasionally happens to This Troper when playing SuperSmashBros. She'll throw an item with no real expectation that she'll hit something, and with any luck, one of her opponents will find themselves in its path with no escape (usually by being conveniently thrown into the right trajectory by someone else) and subsequently go shooting off the stage.

I have had this happen to me, and seen it, several times on the range. My two most memorable? One was shooting off the staples used to fasten a zeroing target to a board. I managed this with four shots, when we were just expending ammo to get rid of it. The other was an unaimed shot at at a man-sized target at 50 meters with an M-203 training round. I hit it through a window, in the groin, and knocked the target off its' stand, which it was bolted to. The look on my Lane Safety's face was priceless. The best one I saw someone do, was shoot an M-249 SAW, and have a 1:1 hit ratio on the range.

A common occurrence on firing ranges which embodies this trope: when zeroing, or qualifying with, a rifle (or pistol for that matter) with the firing lanes close to each other is to get a 1:1 shot ratio...on the target of the guy next to you.

In a snowball fight, I (a guy who normally has terrible aim) threw two snowballs in quick succession. One hit one of my friends in the balls. The next one hit ''the same guy'' in the face. Needless to say, we had quite a laugh about that one. With the possible exception of the guy I hit in the balls.

In airsofting, this troper is possibly one of the worst shots you'll ever see (whether this is down to the l85 I use or me is up for debate). However, my section was pinned down by a support gunner on a ridge - and I was the only one who could see him clearly. I aimed at his chest - and just as he ducked down for a new ammo box - I got 5 shots (rapid!), all on his face.

During a break in fifth or sixth grade, this Troper had found a chestnut, and, upon spotting one of his younger sister's friends, decided to playfully toss it at him, aiming at his back from what seemed like a safe distance. Unfortunately, the target turned around at ''just'' the wrong moment, catching the chestnut square in the temple. Cue him starting to cry (and later telling my sister that the projectile had been a stone), me apologizing and my classmate complimenting my aiming skills.

I was once at a Hooters (don't judge me!) with a couple of mates, and in the course of messing around, one of them picked up a piece of chicken and flicked it at my face. It hit me in the eye, and I involuntarily reached up to brush it away before I realized that I was wearing glasses, which were planted firmly at the top of my nose - in short, he threw a piece of chicken THROUGH MY GLASSES. We still can't figure out how he did it.

This Troper still feels guilty over an incident that happened when she was in fourth grade. It was a snow day, and my mother was filming I and my brother having a snowball fight. For fun, I turned and threw a snowball at the filmer, aiming several feet to the right to avoid actually hitting. Bullseye! Right on the camera lens! The camcorder never worked again.

Team Fortress 2 example, straight from the ''TeamFortress2'' Tropertales CMOA page. This is what I did:

OK, this was truly awesome. Demoknight with sword and shield. red team, 2fort. Trying to attack BLU base from within BLU sewers with a bunch of other guys. we are totally outnumbered. A Kritzkrieg Solly is coming my way, while a Sniper and a Scout are on the sewer stairs. I targe-charge. The rocket hits just in front of me and I go FLLLLLLLLLLLLYING! My Targe slams into the sniper on the steps head-on, killing him. The crowd roars In-Game. at the EXACT SAME MOMENT, my fully critical sword cleanly decapitates the unfortunate scout just below me. Cue everyone their saying, on voice chat, that I was the luckiest sonovabitch in the game, perhaps ever. I respond by killing and taking the heads of the kritzmedic and the no-longer-kritz soldier. Then, respond in voice chat, perfectly deadpan: "Just as planned..." (not really). /Awesome

One time, at a Cub Scout day camp during an archery class, this troper hit a bulls-eye without even looking at the target.

One time my friend tried to throw a pen to me. Instead, it did a flip in midair and landed perfectly in the shirt pocket of the person next to me.

Back when I was 8 or so, I was hanging around on a small patch of land my father had, throwing a frisbee. One of the throws went untouched through the branches of an olive tree, and over the fence into the fields beyond. I couldn't help but stare, hoping for the frisbee to fall down so I could go and recover it. After roughly 30 seconds of the plate hovering in the distance, the frisbee flew back into the estate, over the fence, ''between the very same branches it flew from, and right into my forehead.''

This counts as the comdedic variant of a BoomerangComeback as well.

Once in a semi-playful fight with a friend, in order to avoid an impending kick in the balls this troper, as a last ditch distraction, tested some card-throwing techniques I'd googled using a leaflet I had in my pocket, managing to hit him squarely in the chin, hitting corner first and causing a fairly deep and bloody cut.

This troper once tossed a coke can towards a bin about four feet away, knowing she probably wouldn't get it in but trying anyway. It didn't go in, but instead hit her friend right between the eyes with a rather satisfying 'donk' sound. If I'd been aiming for her, it probably would've gone in the bin.

This troper has notoriously bad aim. Whilst playing tennis she managed to bean a guy in the head. She also has bad aim when it comes to archery, although her sight was a pin and she hadn't gotten glasses for that far away not see-y thing. (Darn BuffySpeak.) The class was playing a game where you had to get as close to the teacher's arrow as possible. I aimed at the wrong arrow. And got mine within centimeters of the teacher's arrow. The fletchings were touching.

This troper was playing tennis against one of his friends, who happens to be simply terrible at aiming. This friend smacked the tennis ball which then missed the court, bounced off a tree, bounced off a second tree and fell right in front of this troper.

Somehow, when this troper was about 14, she went on a late-night bowling trip sort of thing in Vegas. Halfway through the final game, she was overcome with incredible stomach pain (which I still don't know the reason for) and her brother offered to bowl for her so they could finish up and go home early. In a rare fit of stubbornness, she got up from the bench, picked up her 8-pound ball, and the ball ended up pulling off a perfect strike while she was limping back to the bench. She ended up saying, "I don't need help." The miraculous lucky shot turned out not to be repeatable.

In my high school chemistry class, I threw a pen straight up in the air a couple times while standing up. Then, when I threw it again, it landed perfectly in my pocket. It was a normal sized pocket, not baggy or anything.

I tend to be a magnet for this. The more serious temper-induced one was the time when I was mad at my sister who kept making fun of me as I was sitting in the "treehouse" (it was on the ground now) trying to calm down and stay away from letting my temper get the best of me and I ended up punching her. When my sister wouldn't stop, I grabbed the nearest thing to me, which was a single, and threw it blindly out of the treehouse window just to get my sister away. Somehow, the shingle hit her square in the eye, nearly blinding her and getting me into a world of trouble despite telling them it was an accident and I wasn't intending to hit her in the eye.

In sophomore year of high school, we were playing soccer in gym class. I was at goalie and my friend was on the opposing team. She had a clear spot to shoot a goal which was pretty far away and kicked it as hard as she could. Out of all the places it could've hit, it ended up hitting me right in the babymaker. I'm just thankful that I wasn't a boy at that point because my god that stung so bad.

Then junior year of high school gave another legendary gym class shot of improbability. In my high school's gym, the basketball hoops are sometimes folded up into the rafters. So the hoop was folded up into the rafters right above us. We were playing volleyball and I was the server. I served it as hard as I could and it bounced straight up. I cringe and go "OH NO" when I realized I screwed it up. The ball ended up not only on the backboard, but it ended up in the net too!

This troper plays lacrosse, and is legally blind as well as a {{Deadpan Snarker}}. His matches usually include at least one example of the trope, usually when he's forgotten about. But the one that sticks out is exactly a year ago, when my ex from Washington state came to visit me. And I had a lacrosse match. We were tied at the time, I was known as somebody who'd help out on defense despite being an attacker primarily. So I got the ball by the crease, and without turning, threw it over my shoulder (and the net). Then the whistle went a few moments later. I found out I'd scored what turned out to be the game winning goal. A CrowningMomentOfFunny happened when my ex asked what I was doing. My reply was simply "Clearing the ball. And apparently a lot more"

Years back, my friend and I were "playing darts" in his garage. By which I mean walking up to the dart board, sticking the dart in the center, and pretending we scored. Eventually this got boring, so we decided to do something else. So I tossed the dart at the board (to "put it away") and hit the second-innermost ring. Of course, he had walked away before this happened and didn't believe me when I told him.

A few years ago, I was kicking a football around in a park with a couple of friends, and one of my friends was making fun of me, he turned to face the other friend and I called out to him as I grabbed my wallet and threw it to my side and hit him in the groin, from about 10-15 meters away.

a couple years ago, i was in the middle of my first paintball match ever, i had never played before, and was up against a few kids that while not much better had at least some experience. it was speedball and a teammate and i tried running to the same cover, we didn't see each other until we were there fighting for protection because we came from opposite directions. anyway he won the argument because i panicked, and decide to run for the next bunker. which had an opponent already there o the other side, i only noticed him when i was half way the the bunker i wide open ground, so i let loose on full auto at the hip while running...hit him in the mouth of the mask. i got to the cover and found two other opponents behind bunkers right in front of me, they both missed, but i got them with lucky shots. i never did get any good shots for the next 5 hours we played. nor on the next 3 times i played paintball.

This happened to this troper's History teacher. He often mimics historic characters in a comic way in order to make the examples clearer. He once impersonated a man who tried to get more and more power in the beginning of Brazil's republic: he started by speaking increasingly angry, gesturing wildly with a piece of chalk in his hand, and in the end of the sentence "I WON'T PLAY ANYMORE!" he threw the chalk without aiming, right inside the trashcan. All students went "OOH/COOL/AMAZING/DO THAT AGAIN!"; he shrugged and said "Don't ask me to do it again, not even a miracle will make me hit it like that..."

This Troper was trying to shoot a cup off of an ice chest with a Nerf gun and kept on missing. Afterwards, he got up to pick up a dart that had ricocheted (at this point the gun had one dart left). He had his back facing the cup and was walking to the dart. He points the gun over his left shoulder and fires the gun. The dart hits the cup.

The first time I fired at a 70 meter target in competition, I wasn't particularly successful. My shots were landing consistently below the target. I figured it was something with my form until I fired another low shot that found its way into a bird flying under the target. The bloodstains are still on the fletchings to this day.

This Troper was practicing throwing playing cards, with little success. My brother, smartass that he is, was giving me shit about it, so I flicked one back at him without looking. Didn't hit him, but it did get stuck in a miniscule crack in the door frame that I didn't even know was there, and could never have hit if I was trying.

This troper remembers a time in elementary where one of his friends kicked a rubber ball up..... into a basketball hoop from the sides. It was completely unexpected to the group, and it could not be emulated again.

On the first day of high school gym, the teacher was going over the safety rules. "Remember, you are never allowed to do this," he said as he dropkicked a basketball and it went neatly into the hoop on the other (long) side of the gym. We were all struck-dumb for a moment, and then he continued, "And because you are never allowed to do that, burn this into your memory, because you'll never get the chance to see something that awesome ever again."

Two words: Badminton, forehead. This troper was forbidden to smash the birdie for at least two weeks' worth of practice because no one was safe during that single practice round. Luckily, it never happened again.

In high school, my best friend and I wanted to play basketball with some older kids. There were six hoops on the court, for two half-courts, and one full-court. We were sophomores, they were seniors. Naturally, they were jackasses about it. The guy with the ball fumbled it, and it bounced over to my friend, who is an ''excellent'' basketball player. He picked up the ball, and threw it. It flew over to one of the half-court hoops on the opposite side of the gym, ''bounced off the rim'', and flew straight into the full-court hoop. Cue the stunned faces of everyone in the gym. And my fiend looked at the seniors, shrugged nonchalantly, said "Well, if you don't want me, see you later," and walked out of the gym. I followed him, and just as I was about to ask "How did you do that?", he asked me "Oh holy crap, ''did you see that?!"''

When I was in Highschool, Our school used to engage a nearby school in a massive snowfight. This happened in my first year: After a long "battle", most of the other school's people wanted to go back (since the break was almost over), and one of the older students moved forward, attempting to motivate them into charging again. This stopped when he was hit ''right in the face'' by my snowball.

This Troper could not throw darts to a bullseye... 3 feet in front of her. She has sucky aiming skills. However, when was in Saturday school for the Specialized High School Admissions Test, a friend of hers wanted her eraser back. This Troper was at the back of the room, her friend was a the front, but it was only 4 desks or so in front of her. (It's a small classroom.)Said Troper threw the eraser... it flew in the air... slamming into an empty garbage can. Which she did not know was there. It's opening is probably the size of your keyboard, maybe smaller. It was awesome.

@/Valbinooo here. It's a RunningGag between my boyfriend and I that if he aims for my shoulder, he WILL hit me in the chest (in reference to an AccidentalPervert moment). So far, that statement has held true.

This troper had an AKM and for fun was once trying all kinds of trick shots from the factory designated maximum effective anti infantry range of 350 meters on a 2'X4' piece of plywood. I naturally missed when I fired from the hip and when I shot from the FPS gun hold position, which is like having the gun in the lower right quadrant of your view, just like in Halo. I somehow then nailed it I overhand wrapped my left hand around the hand guard and looped my right hand around the pistol grip, looping my thumb through the trigger guard. I held the gun a bit upside down sideways and pulled off FiveRoundsRapid. I hit all 5 times. It gets better. Next, I put it in fully automatic and positioned it on my right shoulder like a rocket launcher, keeping the stock on my shoulder. I then proceeded to hold down the trigger and empty the magazine. EVERY! SINGLE! BULLET! HIT! THE! TARGET!

In ''WarRock'', switching weapons involves left-clicking, so it's common for new players to accidentally fire a gun while doing it. In a game on Conturas, the largest map, this troper accidentally fired a sniper rifle at an upward angle. Ten seconds later, it killed an enemy soldier on their airfield as he climbed into a fighter plane.

When trying out some ''{{Turok}}'' demo on the [=PS3=] this troper's former roommate was trying to hit a pair of small, non-aggressive dinos with the tek bow and doing an awful job at it. With his last arrow, the roommate said, "Ah, screw it. Let's see how far this thing can fly." He shoots straight forward, giving the arrow a long rainbow arc, followed one second later by a loud [=SQUAK=] as the little dino gets impaled through the neck.

This troper was playing a game of snooker with Friend A, while Friend B was screwing about with some marbles (I don't freakin' know where he got them from). Friend A made an offhand comment about the size of Friend B's... parts. Friend B responded by throwing one of said marbles at Friend A. This is where it gets awesome. The marble missed by a few inches, flew straight towards me, bounced off the snooker cue I was holding, ''landed on the pool table'', '''rolled and ricochet off a ball''', '''AND WENT STRAIGHT INTO THE CORNER POCKET.''' We all simultaneously said "Holy shit!" We had a pretty fine reason to.

This troper was once plinking with a pellet gun in the backyard when one shot hit what looked like a spinning green twig. Turns out the twig was a grasshopper. Shot where the head meets the thorax. In midair.

This troper's mom can miss anything... except below-the-belt hits. They always work.

A somewhat dark example: At an archery range in the Poconos with my family, while aiming for a target less than 100 feet away, I missed and instead sent the arrow through a small hole in the safety netting behind the target. When my siblings and I went searched the woods behind the range, I asked my brother if he found the arrow yet. "Yep", he said. Cue said brother holding up my arrow with an impaled and still-wiggling chipmunk dangling from it. Then the chipmunk slid off the arrow and ran away, leaving red splotches of sticky stuff all over the shaft. I was done with archery for that week.

Basically, any time that This Troper hits the gold in archery, to which he's still a newbie at.

a while ago, maybe 6 years now, i was in recess inside because it was raining or something like that. i was playing with a hacky sack and my classmates were playing foursquare on the other side of the gym. the ball was hit too hard and came into the hacky sack game, so i drop kicked the ball, with a nice spin it curved and hit the girl, that originally kicked it over to me, in the face, knocking her to the ground. i made myself scarce for the rest of the week.

Now, here is something that even the most experienced MenofWar players probably haven't seen before, at 8:50 through 9:10 here.