Close encounter with Creedmoor

Here in Ireland we have limited access to reloading, and owing to population density and a relatively small shooting fraternity, there is a limited range of ammunition readily available off the shelf. For these reasons, ammunition availability has always been a key factor in my decisions of calibre. It is the reason I shot a .270 Win for almost 15 years; it is the reason I chose a 7mm Rem Mag for a recent upgrade of hunting rifle. I keep up to speed out of a deep-rooted interest in what modern calibres are capable of delivering, and rounds such as the .338 Norma Magnum or Edge +P and the PRC developments are all interesting, but ammo availability on this little island will probably stop them entering my gunsafe for the foreseeable.

But there is a recent calibre that has transcended such difficulties: the 6.5 Creedmoor. I remember not so long ago that there seemed to be a wash of 6.5s emerging from the wildcat vaults, all seemingly destined to be common chamberings – it was going to be a 6.5 race between Grendel, x47 Lapua, and Creedmoor. I think it is safe to say that Creedmoor has won that