Back around 1980 I went to a gun shop/sporting goods store in Sparta, NC. In the rack was a Remington 700 Safari in .458 Winchester. I was a big fan of author Peter Hathaway Capstick and had read all of his books. I decided that I needed this .458. Why? I don't know, I just needed it. Maybe Cape Buffalo had migrated to the Blue Ridge mountains. I priced some ammo for it and got a shock. At that time I was reloading so I ordered a set of dies and some 500 grain bullets. I also got 40 rounds of brass. I shot up all of the bullets, 100 of them, and traded the rifle to another buddy. He shot a small whitetail doe with it and ruined all of the meat.