The dairy and stud farms in the area were our stomping grounds. The two of us were fortunate to be spending our teenage years living in the foothills of the Drakensberg mountain range, in what was then the Province of Natal, Republic of South Africa. The fact that he had a reloading bench equipped with the latest RCBS equipment was the icing on the cake. That rifle belonged to a friend a couple of years my senior, and he instantly became my BEST friend. And I would polish it frequently with brass polish, making it gleam like a jewel. I made a key chain from a fired cartridge with a fresh bullet. The cartridges had a magical quality…I carried one in my pocket and at any opportunity, I would take it out and admire it. To a youngster whose whole rifle experience consisted of punching targets with a Martini 22 LR, the 222 cartridge seemed very large its muzzle blast tremendous and its “reach out and whack something” capability stupendous. Madison Avenue could not have conjured up a more seductive combination of wood, steel, brass and copper. The first centerfire rifle that I fired was a Sako Vixen chambered for the 222 Remington cartridge. The 222 Remington - Falling in Love Again
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