This book is a celebration of that grand old workhorse, the 9.3 X 62 Mauser that lasted in the hunting right into new millennium.
I am proud to be counted amongst all the gentlemen who contributed to this book and bring it into existence, their experiences with 'nine-three' and their praises or criticisms to this great cartridge.
The sheepskin hand-grip wrapped around the wooden guard of the rifle rested snugly in his right hand. Again and again he sighted carefully at a mark on a wooden post beside the trough. It was about the right size and the right height of a top tunic button.
The rest for his right forearm was perfect. The foresight of the No4 Mk1 rifle rested steady and dead black in the centre of the mark.