A few years back in the small town in South Dakota where I lived I used to take care of the shooting range which was installed by the FFA class at the high school. I also had the only chrongraph around. One day at the local coffee shop a fello ask if I would meet him at the range on saturday and chrony some loads for him. I said I would and met him there that morning. He looked at the chronograhp and said you better shoot through there I don't want to hit you machine. He then told me he was getting ready to go to Africa hunting and drags out a Winchester Model 70 in 375 H&H mag and ten rounds of ammo five of two different loads. I shot the ten shells and the shoulder was getting a little tender. (shooting off the bench). He went back to the truck and came back with a Dakota rifle in 416 Reminton Mag. This time he had 20 rounds of ammo. Two different bullet weight with four different powder charges. He wondered if I could also try them for groups while we were at it. I sat there and fired 18 of the 20. I was now hurting. I shoved number 19 into the chamber, aimed and... I could not pull the trigger. I tried as hard as I could but try as I might that trigger would not pull. When I tried I would start trembling clear down to my toes. My little brain had told my big finger that that was enough. I told the guy, You will have to shoot the other two, I can't do it. He laughed and said I have never been able to shoot it more that 12 times in a day. He told me that he had one more rifle to test. I told him that if it was bigger than the last two it was up to him. The other gun was just a 270 that he intended to use for antelope over there. If someone had told me that I would get to the point where I could not pull a trigger I would have thought they were crazy. That Dakota rifle was one of the lightes rifles I ever saw and I felt every once of it.