I got to wondering recently. Typically, if that goes on long enough, the ol’ measuring stick comes out, then unusual credit card charges begin to appear, and before you know it, there’s a fresh pile of chips on the mill table. Sometimes a small pile of discarded parts sacrifice themselves to the cause of science. Tragic, yes, but necessary, and not without ceremony, which mostly involves uttered incantations that would prevent the offending part from having a place in heaven.
Not too long ago, Hornady’s ballisticians returned from a lengthy absence, shimmering with a divine afterglow, and bestowed lever action acolytes with the new gospel: LEVERevolution. After some initial skepticism and confusion (gimmick? God’s gift?), it didn’t take too long for the .30-30 faithful, in particular, to realize they were living in sweet times. But long before LEVERevolution happened to the .30-30 Winchester, Parker Otto Ackley happened. The .30-30 Winchester resp