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The 6.5 Comes Alive…Again


Old and new, left to right: 6.5x53R, 6.5×54 MS, 6.5×55 Swedish Mauser, .256 Newton, .260 Remington, 6.5mm Creedmoor. Of the older cartridges, only the 6.5×55 remains popular, but the Creedmoor is the most popular non-military 6.5mm cartridge the world has ever seen

Unless you’ve been living in a cave you must be aware that the 6.5mm Creedmoor is the hottest centerfire cartridge on the planet! Everybody’s talking about it and everybody wants one. Gunmakers are Continue reading The 6.5 Comes Alive…Again

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Guinness Lessons


Okay, I admit it. I enjoy a pint of stout. Good old Guinness really is my favorite and, perhaps behind shamrocks and leprechauns, is Ireland’s most recognized product. These days I don’t indulge very often…sometimes life lessons are painful. I’ve learned that dark beer is one of my triggers for gout. I’m careful, but when James Nolan and his team picked us up at the Dublin airport, a couple of stops seemed almost mandatory. Continue reading Guinness Lessons

Great Hunts With Joe


I was sitting on a low ridge overlooking a hard-frozen Alberta grain field while another hunter was posted off across the field on another little rise. The guides were driving or, in Canada-speak, “pushing bush” through a timbered draw below our field. All shots were safe but there seemed a lot of distance between us — maybe that’s what the buck thought. Continue reading Great Hunts With Joe

Stalking Scottish Roebuck


Honest, I’ve never developed a taste for Scotch whiskey, but I love the Scottish Highlands; windswept moors stretching to the skies. I suppose if I were a serious enough bird shooter I’d think first of the Glorious Twelfth of August, the traditional opening of Scotland’s grouse season. My uncle, Art Popham, long gone now, went shooting in Scotland every August. He asked me to go with him several times and I wish I had, but I figured out quickly that, even back then, I could hunt several of the Big Five for much the same cost. Grouse shooting in Scotland may be the sport of kings, but it runs a bit steep for the average outsider! Continue reading Stalking Scottish Roebuck