Ain;t this a beauty
It's probably posted but I
didn't find it
When I lived in Sapulpa, OK, one of my friends used one of these in .30-06. It shot great, although he didn't. Recoil was practically negligible.
I have to be careful these days
I used a Remington 742 in .30-06 for awhile. It also had very little recoil.
In eastern OK, .30-06 was more cartridge than I ever needed. The longest shot I ever took in the woods there was less than 50 yards. Out in western OK there's mostly open land, so 7 mm Mags, and .300 Win Mags in bolt actions are common. I had a Remington 700 BDL in .25-06 that was great out on the plains. Older gun, stock a bit beat up, but boy, did it shoot!
I do have a darn nice Marlin 336 30/30
but if the Zombies come I might want a
little bit more lol
My dad might try to take a BAR away
from me lol He carried one in Germany
A story about the guy who owned the Browning BAR. One trip we were on, we were hunting in pairs. While my partner and I were waiting to see something come into view, we heard what sounded like an old West shoot-out from over to our left. When it died down, we walked over to see what the hell. We found one guy laughing, collapsed on the ground, and my friend just totally pissed off with his jaws tighter than a bear trap. When the guy on the ground finally got it under control, he said that they'd seen a deer about 35 yards away, and my friend had opened up on it with his Winchester 94 in .30-30 (he wasn't using his BAR that trip, since the woods we were in were real thick). He threw 9 rounds at the deer without doing anything but scare it! The other guy said that the last 3 or 4 rounds were let off after the deer had disappeared into the trees!
(I said he couldn't shoot.)
the hunter then drew his 44mag and popped off 6 more shots
hitting the deer in the front leg. He wrestled with it a while and
finally was able to cut it's throat.
My dad was in the break room telling this story at work. Boss
comes in in the middle of the story and gets pissed off saying
it wasn't a damn bit funny.
My dad was talking to his neighbor ( 2 houses down) about
it and found out the hunter was his boss.
No wonder he got pissed, he thought my dad was talking
about him and dad didn't know who the hunter was.
Man that was a weird situation for a while until dad finally
convinced his boss he didn't know he hunted with his
neighbor and wasn't talking about him or making fun of
him. At least Jim Bowie got the damn deer lol