You can’t replicate the age and field record of the .375 H&H. But improve upon it?
When my first softpoint struck, the hunt was over. But in true buffalo fashion, the kill was just starting. Useless shoulder hardly slowing his pace, the bull galloped closer. A solid drove through to the bone on the off-side, mincing more lung. The animal stumbled, then skidded, dead in billowing dust. Continue reading The .375 Ruger: Best of Runners-Up?