I think most of the problems with the Ross were due to the sudden and dramatic ramp up of production and the complete lack of quality control. From what I remember my dad saying is that the straight pull bolt wouldn't seat properly and then that bolt would take out the unfortunate soldier who was attempting to shoot the gun.
All that said I believe this was the main rifle Francis Pegahmabow used when he was sniping in WW1.
I've also heard that there was some dimensional differences in ammo made in different plants in the the original .280 Ross cartridge that could result in the weapon either not being able to chamber a round or causing big problems if it did. More over it wasn't idiot proof. It was very possible to re-assemble a Ross rifle incorrectly and still chamber and fire…uh oh!
Finally, it was a finely made weapon, tighter tolerances, orders of magnitude more accurate than the enfield…but also more delicate. An awesome sniper rifle, not so tough for the realities of trench warfare. The lee enfield .303 was a "to hell and back and still goes bang" kind of Beast.
Awesome to see someone knows about Francis Pegamagabow (probably spelled wrong sorry)
Canadian war hero, the most prolific Allied sniper of world war 1 with 378 kills attributed to him. A very talented Indigenous hunter and especially navigator and scout. And a victim of some of Canada's most shameful racism who nonetheless refused to live as a victim. The man won numerous medals for service and bravery, for having not only made all those kills but for going behind German lines alone and rescuing a company of men who had gotten hopelessly lost, enduring friendly fire upon returning them to their own side, also known to have gone into no man's land at night numerous times just to get into position, take one or two enemy soldiers out in the twilight of dawn before sneaking back into the trenches, consistently doing this night after night for the long haul war of attrition that WW1 was…many other feats…
All this to come home to a country that still didn't acknowledge him as a Canadian citizen, a country that he couldn't vote in and had no say in, a country in which he wasn't entitled to the same benefits and recognition as his fellow veterans (and my dad who was born in 1950 notes that he remembers when he was a kid it was still such that Indigenous veterans weren't allowed to be part of the veterans Legion in town…).
this is a chapter of my country's history that makes my blood boil. That he fought so daringly and served so selflessly for a country that still wouldn't respect him as a man equal to any other