
Elmer Keith: King of Gun Cranks
One doesn’t have to dig deeply into the career of the “little man with the big Stetson,” Elmer Keith, before realizing that he was a fascinating character in a universe—that of hunting and shooting writers—generously populated by highly unusual individuals. Outdoor...

The 270 Winchester: A Very Fast Ball
The Model T, Coolidge, then Depression defined the 1920s. Winchester added the 270. It alone endures. Night’s chill lies late in Spoon Creek. I slipped into cold wool and left the tent before dawn was a pale smudge. Breath white, I climbed through the timber to a bald...

Shoot and Shoot More Often!
Let’s be honest—most of us don’t practice enough, but it’s essential for becoming a better, more confident shooter. The first step is deciding to change that behavior and plan ahead for practice time—and stick to your guns. Handle your gun frequently, even when not...

Warped Perspective on Precision Rifles
We hunters might be suffering from a warped perspective on rifle accuracy or, more accurately, precision.

A John of All Trades: Winchester’s John Olin
Whether gundogs, shotshells or firearms, John Olin always sought to create the best.

The Once and Future 7mm Kings
Herr Mauser may not have known he was designing the King, but by 1910 his 7x57mm cartridge had scaled the heights of big game cartridges. From roe deer to elephants, it had settled everything. See Bell, Karamojo, W.D.M. By 1970, the 7mm Remington Magnum had added...

22 Creedmoor and Friends
Debating the merits of “deer cartridges” has heated as many hunting cabins as have potbellied stoves. Most such disputations are ignited by calibers from 24 through 35, but if you want a barn burner of a conflagration, toss a 22 centerfire onto the embers. In the...

The Rise of Remington Arms
This brief retrospective of Remington’s 200-year history barely touches upon the many innovations of this venerable and venerated gunmaker.

Timeless Precision: A 64-Year-Old Model 70
Finding which brand of modern ammo a vintage .257 Roberts prefers.

The Cartridges of Townsend Whelen
It arrived in a small box not on its first trip. The return address, hand-scrawled, was unfamiliar. I slit the tape. Inside, a nest of paper held an old hunting knife, a fixed-blade Marble’s of the type popular in deer camps when I was young. It had been well used,...