Tom was a good shot. A cape buffalo that was gut-shot with a .458 WM in 1959 in Mozambique was the excuse used for precipitating the urgently needed .458 Lott wildcat in 1971. Meanwhile, Jack and his buddies continued happily hunting dangerous game with their .458 Winchester Magnum rifles, apparently oblivious to the .450 Watts Magnum of 1949. Methinks somebody just wanted a wildcat named after himself. It was a good wildcat, made from a rechambered .458 Winchester Magnum simply altered to accept 2.8" brass instead of 2.5" brass, with no setback of the .458 Winchester Magnum throat. Too bad it got messed up with the short throating by A-Square in the 1989, then finally the official SAAMI version circa 1995 thanks to Art Alphin. I consider his naming of the .577 Tyrannosaur cartridge (just the name, not the cartridge) a much greater accomplishment than his short-throating of the .458 Lott.
Ron aka "Rip" for Riflecrank Internationale Permanente NRA Life Benefactor and Beneficiary .458 Winchester Magnum, Magnanimous in Victory THE WALKING DEAD does so remind me of Democrap voters. Donkeypox.
