It is not my favorite hunting rifle but my all time favorite, even though I never have shot it, it was my Dad's when his mind started to go mom told me to take all of his guns out of the house. My dad got it from his Aunt back in about 1968, it belonged to her husband, he was a Doctor dentist in about 1911 ,they would go up to what is Alaska now and go into the wilds to help the natives with illnesses and dental work. They were guided by native Indians ,he carried a Mauser 98 that had a solid rib on the barrel with claw mounts for a scope ,double set trigger, slender stock with a Schnabel for end with a horn grip cap it was in 8mm. One night he went out to relive his bladder and they figure he was about 50 yards from the tents, he yelled will be right back just about finished, he did not come back after about 30 minutes they went out to find him, was very dark as was in November and cold, no sign of him so they went out again at daylight, they walked to were the thought he had been, a lot of trampled grass, found his rifle that had never been fired but not him. His Aunt never had children nor remarried so when she was very late in life she gave my Dad her husbands rifle. His body was never found. I think I'll probably never shoot it, as the mysteries and stories that are attached to it are many and I probably would never want to know because, they are all gone now, and better left as is Pete