I knew Jack was bitten by precisely the exact same gun bug that captured me was a child once I asked himright before he turned 10, what type of gun he desired for his very first big-game year old. “A .257 Roberts,” he said with a second’s hesitation.I had always had a soft spot for your”Bob,” but it was not actually a capsule we spoke about shot or much, or so the seed for this petition was implanted by someone besides me. Not that I minded at least. I was amazed that Jack was forging his own course from the gun world.This .25 quality is a fashionable bit round, dependent on the granddaddy of the contemporary high-power capsules, the 7×57 Mauser, and can be amazing in a childhood rifle, especially if downloaded into minimize recoil. (For training rounds, I now load 100-grain Barnes TSX bullets facing 23 grains of H4895. In 1,840 fps they’re milder than a pussycat to take ) The .257 has significantly more mystique than the .243, 7mm-08, and also other capsules which adhere to the center of the street. So, needless to say, I’d one habit for him personally –you just get one “real” gun after all. My buddy Jeff Sipe, then head honcho in Montana Rifle Co., created a left-handed bolt weapon using a shortened inventory that match Jack perfectly. It turned into his pride and pleasure, and he put in a great deal of time dry-firing it off cushions in our home since it was too thick for him to grip his own for at least a shot or 2.In the four decades since then, Jack has become like crazy asparagus and contains the wingspan of an adult, however he loves shooting that small rifle.