And to add to my earlier post, now that I have my 1939 M70 in .375H*H, I'd like to go to TX (by invite of course) and shoot feral hawgs--like the late Jim Rikhoff once replied to a Park Ave. society matron, when she found out, at a swanky cocktail party, that he was a Rep. for WRA "back in the day"-- why he shot big game animals- "Well lady, I guess I just like to hear the smack of bullets against solid flesh.." RWTF

"The field is the touchstone of the man"..