Tom Leoni
AH fanatic
Upon my 2021 safari, I was surprised to hear my PH tell me that I was the first client he'd ever had using a single-shot rifle. But then again, I remember reading somewhere (Boddington? Woods? Capstick?) that in spite of the popularity of single shots in the four decades straddling 1900 and of the rather ubiquitous Ruger No. 1 more recently, the greatest majority of today's traveling sportsmen use bolt-action rifles, a few use doubles, and an infinitesimal percentage stick to single-loaders.
Somehow, the older I get, the less interested I am in bolt-action rifles--in spite of my owning some truly nice ones and in spite of the company I work for being the purveyor of not one but two of the most accurate bolts on the market today. My love affair with doubles has remained unabated since my 20s, when by living on lollipops and ramen noodles for a year I was able to afford my first one. But what is growing every year is my passion for classic single shots.
My SAP import permit for my upcoming June safari has the bottom two rifles on it--respectively a .303 Martini sporter by Watson Brothers and "my baby," a Webley-action H&H in .375 Flanged Magnum that I'll literally take to my grave. The top rifle, I'm increasingly tempted to work it up to being my 2023 buffalo rifle--a .500 Farquharson by Westley Richards. In the rotation-system that I am envisioning for my future hunting adventures, I see myself taking two rifles when possible; one of them may be a double or a bolt but the constant will be a single-shot. When it is impossible for me to take two rifles, I'll just default to my beloved .375 Flanged.
Am I alone in this quasi-obsession with single shots? There's something ineffable about them that really captures me--they way they look, the way they work, not to mention the relative ease with which different loads can be worked up for them without concerns about regulation. While going to Africa is a magical experience, I find that going to Africa with a single shot is downright dreamlike.
Somehow, the older I get, the less interested I am in bolt-action rifles--in spite of my owning some truly nice ones and in spite of the company I work for being the purveyor of not one but two of the most accurate bolts on the market today. My love affair with doubles has remained unabated since my 20s, when by living on lollipops and ramen noodles for a year I was able to afford my first one. But what is growing every year is my passion for classic single shots.
My SAP import permit for my upcoming June safari has the bottom two rifles on it--respectively a .303 Martini sporter by Watson Brothers and "my baby," a Webley-action H&H in .375 Flanged Magnum that I'll literally take to my grave. The top rifle, I'm increasingly tempted to work it up to being my 2023 buffalo rifle--a .500 Farquharson by Westley Richards. In the rotation-system that I am envisioning for my future hunting adventures, I see myself taking two rifles when possible; one of them may be a double or a bolt but the constant will be a single-shot. When it is impossible for me to take two rifles, I'll just default to my beloved .375 Flanged.
Am I alone in this quasi-obsession with single shots? There's something ineffable about them that really captures me--they way they look, the way they work, not to mention the relative ease with which different loads can be worked up for them without concerns about regulation. While going to Africa is a magical experience, I find that going to Africa with a single shot is downright dreamlike.