- Roy Welch
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The .30-06: A Grand Cartridge
It was a cold Wyoming morning with a light wind and a foot of snow on the ground. Clearing a pine-covered ridge, overlooking a steep-sided canyon, I spooked a herd of white-tailed deer that fled up the canyon floor, climbing out and halting on the far side a good 500 to 600 yards away.