Of the hundreds of commercial metallic cartridges introduced, the .270 Winchester is one of few that have maintained a century-long tenure of popularity. As a youngster, I remember hearing my first ...

The 270 and 308 Win. have taken big-game critters all over the world, but only one can come out on top in this cartridge battle My first centerfire rifle was a 270 Winchester. It’s the first rifle I ...

I often find myself baffled by the abhorrence that grown adults can harbor for something as innocuous as a rifle cartridge — and that once included the .270 Winchester. Today, those hard feelings are ...

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The most common bullet weights for the .270 are 130 and 150 grains. The old buck walked slowly around the point, stopped, reached up for a mouthful of browse. The gold bead came to rest against his ...

** When you buy products through the links on our site, we may earn a commission that supports NRA's mission to protect, preserve and defend the Second Amendment. ** A shooter of smaller stature, Ann ...

In 1978, my best friend bought a Remington 700 chambered in 7mm Remington Magnum. It was a fire-breathing dragon, and I had to have something better or just as good. While saving paper-route money I ...

Happy New Year, everyone! Like no doubt many of you, 2024 was not the best year of my life and so far 2025 could look a bit more shiny, given my druthers, but it’s still early. As I was gnawing on a ...

One of the biggest mistakes I made growing up was to not take a couple of my paychecks and buy a .270 Winchester rifle for hunting deer, elk and moose. Many of my friends had purchased .270 ...

You hear it all the time—someone bragging about their fast new magnum that kicks like a mule and burns through barrels before you can say “overkill.” And then you watch a calm old-timer walk out of ...

The old buck walked slowly around the point, stopped, reached up for a mouthful of browse. The gold bead came to rest against his gray­brown hide, almost covering him. Then the rifle cracked and the ...