slightly ot but the first deer I ever saw shot was with that cartridge. out of a surplus carbine. think I was 11 yrs old and my oldest brother zipped open the belly of a fork horn muley. deer ran half a mile down the hill with out any thing but heart and lungs. flopped down in the shade of our pickup, waited till we got there and then went over the side of the logging landing, another half mile into the bottom of the canyon before giving it up. have never shot another 30 carbine but dearly want one.

the consolidation of the states into one vast republic, sure to be aggressive abroad and despotic at home, will be the certain precursor of that ruin which has overwhelmed all those that have preceded. Robert E Lee
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