<----- Oddball freak, in good standing.
I have handled and fired exactly one (1) 270 Winchester rifle, 10 shots to get the scope on paper for its buyer, c. 1983. I grew up among 30/30 and 30-06 die-hards, and got a bunch of guff from Dad and others when my first 30 caliber centerfire rifle was a 308 Winchester. To have brought home a 270 would have gotten me disowned, I am sure of it.
The fact is......the 270 never much "moved" me. As a kid, I read and respected Jack O'Connor's writings on hunting, and his preference for the 270. Meh. Same deal with Warren Page and the 243--nice, but I have 22 LRs for rats and such. Admittedly, I was not yet deeply educated in ballistics and centerfire rifles--I was MUCH MORE a shotgunner in my teens and into my early 20s. I borrowed a 30/30 or a 30-06 to deer-hunt with, and there were many of them available for me.
Rifles took on new meaning when I went to work at the Sheriff's Department in late 1977. I reported to Indio Jail in March 1978, just before station qualifications for the half-year were held. Late March and late October, trying to dodge the summer heat. I had a brand-new Colt Trooper Mk III x 4" to get on paper with, and I was in hog heaven--THEY BUY THE AMMO TO SHOOT WITH.
I ran through the PPC course we used in those ancient times with the Colt pretty easily, with a mid-90-percent score. I didn't think much of it, but the range rats gave me some hard looks. Revolvering all done, on we came to the shotgun portion of the program. A nicely-weathered Rem 870, 18" barrel with cylinder choke. W-W AA trap loads vs. 16 yard targets. Duck Soup, for me--I smoked all ten of my birds.
The lead range guy asks me--"OK kid--who are you, and where are you from?" I said my name, that I reported to Indio Jail last week, and grew up in San Bernardino. I had the distinct impression that I had done something very wrong, but had no idea what that might be.
He smiled, and asked "Where did you learn to shoot like that?"
"Uh, like what?" It was nice that he smiled, but I still didn't get what he meant.
"Those clay birds! 10 out of 10, and half of them barely got airborne!"
"Oh, OK. At Inland Fish & Game Association, in Highland." Still not getting it.
"This kid gets to be point man in Tank 2!" someone said. Laughter ensued, with some "Nice shooting!" comments added on. This felt good, these guys were veteranos, and Tank 2 housed the real one-per-center hairballs.
"OK, it's rifle time--who wants to qual?"
Well, of course I did. Pre-64 Winchesters, later found to be from the 1930s. 3 of them were laying on a picnic table. "Can I do a sight check?"
"Sure. We need to shoot off this ammo, it's 3-4 years old."
Range was 50 yards. More Duck Soup. 150 grain Power Points, which I knew from 10 years of deer hunting and 3 grassed bucks. Rear sight set in 3rd notch up the ladder.......3 hits centered in the black of a 3" bull, standing offhand.
"Ah, jeez--shoot two more, and call it good!" I did. I was rifle-qualed. Group was about 2", and centered. The "standard" was 4 out of 5 in the black, any position. Most of the guys used sitting or prone.
Long story shortened--cops often can't shoot worth %$#@, hunters often can--and do. This was my first real taste of that tendency.
October quals come around, and a new program gets intro'ed for rifles to be carried in patrol cars--you buy your own, scope it if you want to, in 223, 308, or 30-06 calibers. Bolt, gas gun, single-shot, whatever. I did it right--Rem 700 Varmint in 308, Leup 3.5-10 in Leup mounts, Federal Gold Match ammo (168 Matchkings). 3 shots at 100 yards onto a 3" black bull, a miss is a DQ and re-shoot. Even more Duck Soup--I sighted for 200 yards/field zero, placed the crosshairs at the bottom of the black disc and ran off my three shots inside 10 seconds. 3/4" group, just another day at the range, where I spent a whole lot of my time the first couple years of my career. There are 3 things you could do in that part of the world--drink, play golf, or shoot. I shot. A lot. A lot of my present reloading gear was bought at the Yellow Mart near the station during this time period.
A long-winded way of saying I LIKE 30 CALIBER RIFLES. And why.