There's a lot of story to the .270 and the ranch that Bob, dad and I hunted in KS. The owner (and rifle aficionado) of the ranch inherited a general contempt for the .277 from his grandfather. So when both my father and Bob planned to both show up with .270's, it raised a brow. When chatting in the field, I always stood at least 10ft from each of them for fear one of them would get struck by lighting for carrying a .270 on that ground.
It's still a running joke to this day - "Is your dad bringing his rainbow-unicorn rifle again this year?"
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