I had initially planned to look the rifle over very scrupulously and given all kinds of details on its action, barrel length, ect., but the moment it was put in my hand and a box of cartridges laid out, I kind of got side tracked. It is a boxlock, its got full coverage fine scroll engraving, an Ansen forend release and coin finish reciever, but aside from that, The rest is a blur clouded by smokeless powder burning in my nostrils. I can't remember if it was a PVH or a Screw Grip, but I am almost positive it was a downsized Webley action. In fashion with every English double I've shouldered, and every Rigby rifle I have shouldered, the cute little rifle was grand in its mount and dismount.

He had told me what it was regulated for (one of the Mark loadings) but being that I am not a huge (or wasn't) fan of the .303, it went through one ear and out the other. My initial impression left by Enfields years ago as the round being inaccurate has since been replaced with the more apt impression that the Enfields I have shot are inaccurate, the round is quite capable of amazing accuracy, and has bumped it up a notch in my rankings of small bore, non-Magnum cartridge preference to above the .30-06, but still below the 8x57mm.

Sorry for my ramblings, I just tend to get this way after shooting doubles. It is a bit of a yearning for one of my own, or rather a fuel source being applied to an open flame, causing a flare up of it. They never cease to amaze me in one regard or another, and I just needed some place to vent my elation over my latest double rifle amazement before I exploded from containing it.