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Is this the best all-around cartridge, period?
It was a pre-war rifle with blonde, figure-less wood. It had a wrist repair–a pin and glue that didn’t look too bad after I’d finished with them. Soon after climbing into elk country with it that November morning, I heard the clack of antlers. I crept through the pines, downwind on quiet grass. A cow saw me, however. She didn’t know what I was, but when she stopped foraging, the woods went silent. Behind her trailed a spike, the only bull I could see. He stopped in an opening. The gold bead settled low in his ribs and at the explosion, the bullet landed there. But instead of turning upside down as I’d expected, this elk ran. I found the animal dead a few yards off. Even the .375 H&H won’t “knock down” an elk.
While many hunters expect a cartridge this size to flatten big game, some consider the .375 on the light side for dangerous African beasts. Big-bore enthusiasts dismiss it as inadequate–though mostly in private, as a rant against the .375 carries the same risk as denigrating the Pope, private gun ownership and Toyota Land Cruisers. It’s no accident that .375 is widely specified as minimum legal bore for shooting buffalo and elephants. It’s equally predictable that the .375 H&H remains one of the most popular rounds for shooting them. Years after trailing that spike elk, I dropped a cow elephant instantly with a .375 solid.
A century ago this year, the English gun-making firm of Holland and Holland introduced the .375 Belted Rimless Nitro Express. It migrated to the U.S. in 1925 when Western Cartridge Company began loading it. Known Stateside as the .375 H&H Magnum, it fathered a necked-down version, the .300 H&H Magnum. About 1926, up-scale New York gun-builder Griffin & Howe began barreling Magnum Mauser rifles to .375 (as had Holland and Holland). In 1937 it made the charter list of chamberings for the Model 70 Winchester. Beginning in the 1940s, Weatherby took an occasional order for a .375 H&H rifle, albeit Roy Weatherby’s high-velocity line included a blown-out version of the cartridge. Remington offered the .375 H&H in its 725 Kodiak, less than 100 of which were built, all in 1961.
Rifles bored for the .375 must have a long action, as the case measures 2.85 inches, base to mouth. Loaded length: 3.60 inches. The .30-06, in contrast, mikes 2.49 and 3.34 inches, respectively. A rimmed form of the .375, the .375 Flanged Magnum Nitro Express, appeared in 1912 for double rifles. The belted round works fine in hinged-breech mechanisms, though, so has outlived its rimmed kin. (There’s a .375 Flanged Nitro Express, too. Dating to 1899, it has a 2 1/2-inch case–and much less punch than the magnums).
Leggy, front-heavy and steeply tapered, with shoulder angles of less than 13 degrees, a shiny pair of belted .375s nosing into a smoking breech let you focus on the sweeping black horns quickly gobbling your panoramic view of Africa. “Close it up, Bwana! We’re in!” You can almost hear them shout, if you take the time. Dawdle, and instead you’ll hear hoof beats on your brisket.
Anyone with any experience in the bush will give the .375 kudos as a killer of plains game. But a stopping round? Opinions differ. On an elephant cull in 1985, I interviewed rangers who accounted for 52 pachyderms that day. Four used .458s. The one who favored a .375 told me his bullets drove “as deep as any from a four-five-eight. Maybe deeper.” I’d watched him shoot an elephant quartering away. The 300-grain solid struck the animal in the neck and exited the forehead. If brain damage is a measure of killing power, the .375 equals more brutish rounds that spin you around and bloody your nose on recoil. I suspect that many hunters dismissive of the .375 are thinking of animals poorly shot. Heavier bullets with more energy do have an edge when you hit on the edges. A stunned beast may take longer to recover its senses–and sense of direction–when struck with a 530-grain solid from a .500 Jeffery or .505 Gibbs, but it is no more dead if your bullet enters the brain.
“If that’s not stopping power… .”
In his well-known book, “African Rifles and Cartridges,” John Taylor says this about the .375 H&H: “Undoubtedly one of the deadliest [cartridges]… . I’ve had five of these rifles–two doubles and three magazines–and have fired more than 5,000 rounds of .375 Magnum ammunition at game… . One [rifle] accounted for more than 100 elephant and some 411 buffalo, besides rhino, lions… . Although my formula gives this rifle a Knock-Out value of 40 points, I must regretfully admit that does not really do full justice to it… . When a bullet of reasonable diameter and weight possesses a sufficiently high striking velocity it appears to develop a peculiar property of “shock”… . But if the effect is to be obtained…the bullet must hold together.”
Taylor illustrated that last point by recalling a buffalo he’d shot with a 300-grain solid from his .375 double. “The bull dropped to the shot but in an instant was up again and coming… . I gave him the left barrel fairly in the center of his great chest. Well, the effect of that shot was exactly as tho there had been a steel hawser stretched across his path just the right height above the ground to whip the forelegs from under him. He crashed on his nose [and] keeled over–stone dead. If that’s not stopping power, I should very much like to know what you would call it.”
On another hunt, Taylor shot a waterbuck bull at 40 yards with a 235-grain .375 bullet clocking 2,850 fps. To his surprise, the animal ran. Taylor trailed the animal and shot it again. “The copper-pointed bullet with its tremendously high striking velocity had literally disintegrated against the spine…making [only] an appalling surface wound… .” Taylor considered the 300-grain .375 solid to give “deeper penetration than any other bullet I have ever used.” But he warned against solids not hard enough to prevent bending or riveting. A tall order, given strikes on big bones at current speeds!
John Hunter, whose books have become classics on African hunting, relied on “a .500 double-barrel hammerless ejector fitted with 24-inch barrels and weighing 10 pounds 5 ounces made by Holland & Holland.” He wrote that “it is extremely unwise for any man to hunt elephant, buffalo, or rhino with a gun of less than .450 caliber.” While such a position begs argument, John Hunter killed so many of East Africa’s biggest animals–for market and on control missions–that his opinion has value.
Last July, I was in Australia’s Northern Territories hunting buffalo. I could have carried a Brno rifle in .375 but was seduced by a Webley & Scott double in .500 Nitro Express. The bulls that fell were not perfectly shot and required multiple hits. I’d have had better luck with the bolt rifle, partly because it wore a scope, partly because it did not kick so hard, and partly because bolt rifles by their design put fine accuracy over fast shooting. A big Australian buffalo has inch-thick skin on its forequarters, and support bones the size of trolley rails. Both arrest big softpoints–so does muscle as dense as stacked phone books. Solids guarantee penetration, but the great lung volume
of these beasts can overcome perforation.
In Africa, I’d downed buffalo of similar size with bolt-action .375s. Trophy Bonded bullets had destroyed bones and vitals. I’ve seen lethal work from Barnes TSXs and Woodleigh softpoints. Swift’s A-Frame rates equal billing. Loaded in a .375 to generate 4,500 foot-pounds, those bullets dump two tons of energy at 50 yards. Still, the .375 can be chambered in a rifle as lively as a .30-06. Most hunters can point such a rifle more deftly than they can a heavier, if shorter, double. They can trigger it without cracking a molar, bruising their zygomatic arch, or developing a flinch.
I’m convinced part of the reason the .375 is so popular for dangerous game is that people of average build and modest shooting experience can fire it accurately. A bolt rifle in .375 works well for lesser game, too, because it needn’t be a heavy rifle, and its bullets fly quite flat. Versatility boosts trigger time, and familiarity breeds accuracy. Hunting in southern Africa, I usually carry a .375 by the Montana Rifle Company. A Model 70 clone fitted with a 1.5-5x Leupold, it has a nose for animals I want to shoot. Its enviable record on game is, I think, a result of excellent rifle design and workmanship, combined with the time this .375 spends with me in the field, and the many rounds I’ve fired from it. That bond made my Model 70 .375 an effective rifle, too. And in the past weeks, I’ve fallen hard for Sako’s Model 85 Kodiak.
No room for rivals?
A rifle that becomes an extension of hand and eye is one to be treasured. When on the trail of a leopard a few years ago, I kept abreast of trackers as they bent to the sand and wound in a great helix into cover that got increasingly thick. Dense grass and low-growing bush obscured the spoor, so the going was slow. Then, suddenly, a scream! I dashed through thorn, shouldered the rifle and swung where the boys pointed, mere feet away. The brush hid all but a black spot on sun-brightened hide. By great good luck, the leopard moved just then, and I fired even before the crosswire stilled. The bullet broke both shoulders. The cat vaulted into the air with a screech, came down hard and died.
A week later, with the same rifle, I knelt to aim at an eland bull quartering off after a failed stalk. The range was 250 yards–farther than I like to fire–but the Montana rifle and Federal .375 load urged the shot. Both 300-grain Trophy Bonded bullets landed well. The great animal spun, staggered and fell.
Perhaps no plains animal more thoroughly tests bullet performance–or bullet placement–than a giraffe. A big bull can weigh more than two tons, twice as much as a Cape buffalo, and the vitals are not where you think. The lungs lie very high and between, not behind, the shoulders. Shoot in the crease aft of the foreleg, and you’ll cripple the animal. Long legs, and a view that nixes any attempt to sneak up for a finisher makes a tracking job and a second shot most difficult.
“I’ve no desire to shoot a giraffe,” I said to my PH when he suggested it. Then he explained that he needed a dark cape from an old bull. “And we’ve a surplus of old bulls. No one wants to shoot them. They live long, with no natural predators. They reach the forage that could go to lesser animals, and they eat a lot. Biologically, shooting a giraffe can be a good deed.” We soon found, though, that bulls with no seeming concern for human traffic quickly figure out when they were the quarry! When, after hours afoot, the giraffe out-walking us turned and gave me a shot alley at 70 steps, I quickly aimed and fired offhand. The great animal turned and lunged away in that deceptive, slow-motion giraffe-lope. Thick bush nixed a follow-up, then came the crash. The bull had covered only a few yards before collapsing, dead. My .375 bullet had not exited but, as I’d forced myself to hold high on the shoulder, had torn through both lungs.
The .375 H&H is so good that for decades no rivals dared surface. In the 1940s Roy Weatherby came up with his own .375 Magnum on the same case, but blown out, with a
radiused shoulder. It hurled bullets about 200 fps faster than the Holland round, but it didn’t last long. (Recently, it has returned to the Weatherby stable, as a chambering and in ammunition, with a 300-grain bullet loaded by Norma to 2,800 fps). Hornady may have surprised everyone with the .375 Ruger, now just a few years afield. Developed to work in .30-06-length actions, the .375 Ruger has roughly 10 percent more capacity than the .375 H&H Magnum, thanks to a wider body with little taper. It can push bullets 5 percent faster from a hull .27 inch shorter. Its .532 head diameter is the same as that of the .375 H&H; but the Ruger cartridge is of beltless design. Both cartridges are designed to operate at a maximum average pressure of 62,000 psi. They reach that limit with pretty much the same charges, claims Hornady. The Ruger round makes more efficient use of most powders, and outperforms the .375 H&H in short barrels. “That, really, was our goal,” explains project leader Mitch Mittelstaedt. “We wanted the .375 Ruger to deliver from a 20-inch barrel what the Holland round could manage in a 24-inch.”
As good as it is, the .375 Ruger is unlikely to unseat the .375 H&H Magnum. Few cartridges have survived 100 years; fewer still have sustained their popularity as long, or can boast a proliferation of new loads on their centennial. More to the point, the .375 has a place in history that can’t be matched. It’s still, too, a versatile round. It feeds silkily in bolt rifles, “thunks” with a note of authority into the double-gun’s breech. It defines the most fetching rifles–those with muscular cores but slender stocks, barrels just long enough to appear svelte, and just thick enough to carry quarter ribs and iron sights with grace. You’ll see more head-turning rifles in .375, I suspect, than in any other chambering. Even workhorses can become thoroughbreds in .375–the Winchester 70, surely, but also the Remington 700, Ruger’s 77 and No. 1, the Whitworth and Sako, the Dakota, the Montana, the Kimber.
Maybe it’s time you bought one. Or a second, or third. No need to wait another hundred years.–Wayne van Zwoll
The past few months have seen a rash of deaths and serious injuries among African professional hunters. At least two have been killed by Cape buffalo, one young PH had his arm shot off by a client, and another client shot himself in the foot with an elephant gun.
This is not an anomaly. The incidence of serious injuries resulting from clients’ lack of skill, especially with big rifles, appears to be rising. This is ironic, when you consider that you now find an instruction academy around every corner, offering courses lasting from a day to a week, teaching the use of “safari” rifles.
Don Heath, a Zimbabwe professional hunter and now a consultant to Norma ammunition, has suggested a number of reasons. One is that, with safari prices at a relatively all-time low, more inexperienced hunters are buying big rifles and heading for Africa.
Instructors at shooting academies tell me that too many students arrive with rifles they have never shot before, and some with rifles they have not even taken out of the box. In one case, this occurred exactly one week before the student was catching a plane for Africa. The client, a very busy man, decided it was more cost-effective to schedule everything as one trip, in order to minimize time away from the office.
There is absolutely no way on earth that you can learn to shoot a big rifle, and become familiar with every aspect of its use, in three or four days. Sessions at a shooting academy should be viewed either as merely a beginning, to be followed by a long period of practice at home, using what you’ve learned, or as a refresher.
The idea that, with a few days’ instruction and practice, you can go from being a complete novice with a rifle to being expert enough to hunt dangerous game for real is absurd. You wouldn’t go to a Walter-Mitty racecar academy for three days and then expect to enter the Indianapolis 500, but that is what hunters now seem to be doing.
Graduates from the old school were accustomed to clients coming out who were long on money and short on experience, and they learned to watch their clients almost as closely as a wounded lion, realizing that in some cases a client with a rifle was the more dangerous of the two. Hunters like Tony Henley and Lionel Palmer would not tolerate poor gun handling, and said so. The clients may not have liked it, but they either changed their ways or went home.
Today, a young hunter may be intimidated by a wealthy client who is twice his age, and be reluctant to say anything, fearing it will cost him his tip. Many successful men are used to people taking orders from them, not the reverse, and it doesn’t sit well. Or, the PH may be the kind of cowboy who comes close to getting either himself or a client killed before he learns some discretion. Either way, it sets up a dangerous situation.
In the end, though, it always comes back to one thing: The client’s incompetence with his rifle.
The only way to get to know a rifle well is to handle it a lot and shoot it regularly. Heavy-recoiling rifles can only be taken in small doses–six to 12 full-power shots at a session, usually–and so to get in any meaningful amount of practice requires many such sessions, spread over as many months as you can manage. As well, you should burn up a rail-car load of low-power practice ammunition.
In an age when we expect instant results from everything, hunting dangerous game with a heavy rifle is one area where it just doesn’t happen. The recent news from Zimbabwe and Tanzania is proof.—Terry Wieland