The old buck walked slowly around the point, stopped, reached up for a mouthful of browse. The gold bead came to rest against his gray­brown hide, almost covering him. Then the rifle cracked and the ...

In debating the relative merits of rifle cartridges, few comparisons elicit more passionately held beliefs — or trigger more derision and insults — than pitting the 6.5 Creedmor vs. the .30/06. Fans ...