winchester

The Winchester model 1895 was the last lever-action designed by firearms designer John Browning, and a favorite of Teddy Roosevelt and the Texas Rangers.

This Model 1894 .30-30 Winchester will be at home on the shooting range, hunting big game, or at the spring roundup.

The pair of hogs popped out of the South Texas mesquite over 100 yards away and made straight for the deer feeder. I shifted in my seat and got ready for a shot—and for my first hunting experience using the new 350 Legend cartridge from Winchester Ammunition.

Winchester is recalling three lots of .38 Special ammunition. According to Winchester some of the ammunition may have incorrect powder charges.

I’m currently in love with an old Winchester Model 69A .22 and maybe that’s given me a soft spot for Winchester plinksters. Nevertheless, of all the guns I saw at SHOT show, the is probably the one that I’m most looking forward to getting my hands on. It’s lightweight, it’s got useful new features and [...]

It utilizes a modified straight walled .223 Remington shell casing and a .357 diameter bullet. The cartridge is also compliant in states that allow straight-walled cartridges for deer hunting.

Way back when, “A man’s word was his bond.” But in 1901 the bond between two powerhouses in the firearms industry was broken.  T.G. Bennet, President of Winchester, and John M. Browning had come to an impasse over how JMB would be compensated for his latest creation: the Auto 5 shotgun.

Winchester’s marketing slogan was quite a bold statement, but one that was not braggadocio. When the Model 70 was introduced – way back in 1936 – it represented what I consider to be the ultimate culmination of the American bolt-action hunting rifle. It had all of the necessary appointments: a strong action – closely related to the Mauser Gewehr 98 – with a reliable extractor, capable of handling the highest of cartridge pressures, a well-fitting stock, an excellent trigger and a three-position safety which would (eventually) work perfectly with a rifle scope.

I peered through my Leupold scope at the buck, his black nose gleaming in the evening light. He faced me, antlers a bit wider than his ears, tines tall and curving. My crosshairs twitched rhythmically over my heartbeat, finally steadying on that black shiny nose. I squeezed. “Hohh! Hey look at that, check it out [...]