Choice of Bullet and Barrel Length
The choice of bullet made when reloading is critical, as the velocity of bullets at close ranges may result in a less tough bullet disintegrating without providing significant penetration on especially tough game. Thus one would do well to use a premium bullet of some sort, for instance a bonded bullet. The choice of barrel length is also critical, as a 26 or 27-inch (690 mm) barrel is commonly needed to achieve the full velocity potential of the cartridge, and a 24 inches (610 mm) barrel should be viewed as a practical minimum. This is because in shorter, i.e., sporter, barrels, of approximately 22 inches (560 mm), the cartridge ballistics deteriorate to much the same as those achieved in a .270 Winchester, while generating more recoil and muzzle blast than the .270.
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