A few years before first coming on board at Sporting Shooter, I acquired my first .270 rifle by chance. A friend asked if I would like a Graham Spraggon-built custom Mauser that was made to take to New Zealand after tahr. The owner never got to use it and I eagerly snapped up a rifle not of military chambering. I had always used .308s, .303s, .222s and .223s and had only read of the great properties of the legendary .270 Winchester.
I was soon to use it in the field, enjoying its devastating effect on deer, pigs and goats. Armed with the Mauser, I shot my first trophy fallow buck right on dusk of day one of the season.
After that, a cud-chewing billy succumbed to a shot across a broad Lue gorge ranged at 450m, using Kentucky elevation and taken over a rock in steady rain. The 130gn Sierra handload (55 grains of
