Yeah, let’s not minimize the allure of a long, sleek, tapered, rounded-edge cartridge in the hand whose other sensory gift was that it actually “plunked” down into the gap-mouthed chamber of a double gun. That sound. There’s that elegant 9.3 x 74, a slightly more petite version, the younger sister one, of the H&H I had; almost feminine in appearance; but I watched it roll a 900 lb bison heifer running at 90* to my position at a hundred yards — just cool! When you are almost seventy, very few things qualify as “just cool” anymore so you notice the ones that are.
I Wish I hadn’t gotten rid of that double rifle in the 9.3. If there is a double rifle that is not completely out of its element, it’s a good double gun in 9.3 x 74 stalking the timber in NA.. The 375 H&H opens the door to a bunch of similar, big, old English and continental rounds that speak with dignity and authority.
