Imagine standing in a dense forest, surrounded by thick brush, trees towering overhead, and the sound of distant footsteps rustling in the undergrowth. You know something’s out there—a wild hog, ...

I got interested in guns in the early 1950s, at just about the time that scopes were being generally accepted. They were, for the most part, wretched objects—difficult to mount, dim, and fragile, with ...