The funny part is that this is a case of history repeating itself-no pun intended.

A lot more than a few years back when I was a kid, when my "giants" decided I was going to bust apart if they didn't include me in their week or two at hunting camp, this same stuff went on over the .270W and .30-06, or the .30-30 and .32WS. More than once things got hot and heavy among men who had been friends and relatives for the better part of their lives. Throw in some who were ruff around the edges to start, beer and allowing some of the wild to come back after a week in the woods and it could get interesting.

Me, I knew enough to keep my mouth shut, but then I had an old "chopped" 8mm 98 Mauser. What the hell did they know. whistle

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