45 years ago, I was walking along an irrigation pit looking for anything to shoot, as kids did back then. I was about 30 yards off the edge, and there was a drop down to the water, so I couldn't see the actual edge of the shoreline. I saw a little movement just at the edge, but only the birds head when it raised up. I took aim with my old Benjamin 312 and waited for the snipe to pop it's head back up. Up pops the head and I shot it nearly off. A snipe is good eating, so I was happy. That was standing, unsupported and I seemed to be able to do this with ease. I couldn't hit anything standing these days.