I've got my 8mm German girl robust and hard hitting, she doesn't quit, could wear through a few men when she's on a roll. There's my 7.62x54r Russian sleek but gritty sometimes when i find her in old crates but damend if she can't strip a 150 yards like it's nothing. And there's my 30-30 gal who loves here lever worked after I've oiled her up and feed her right, Winchester is her favorite meal and she can be quite the delight. And .223 how I never knew thee till a few months ago, so fast so soft I could have you all day long without taking a break. For .30-06 perhaps one day but too far is price for me to play. But my one true love is .308 Winchester, I've had her older sister .308 Nato but Winchester gives a man fire, a work against the shoulder while crouched fighting to keep the muzzle from climbing higher. Oh how I long to desire, to build you a .30 BMG from a kit for your many sisters to join you linked in surplus Israeli clips a thousand long homed in a .30 ammo case. To put on that tripod that invites stares and ah, soon my love, a year from now I'll have your new home, no more the CETMEs and FALs, spanish, south african, and australian no more but American steel all your own.