The pic from the seller was definitely the Ackley....................Id say 'Looky has 'er cased, he bought 40 deg imp dies.
Can't wait to shoot it!
Many moons ago I used to go on many hunting and other trips with the official BC game department predator hunter for the Prince George area. He had a custom made 257 Roberts and I was sometimes the trigger man on his official job.
Once he answered a complaint about coyotes. We drove to the area and two coyotes promptly showed up about a hundred yards away. I started to open my door to get out, but he said, "No, just open the window, we're not sport hunting." I pushed the rifle through the open window and the first coyote just dropped, with scarcely a wiggle.
The second coyote didn't seem to know what happened and he quickly joined his mate as a quiet heap on the ground.
One beautiful October afternoon I was with him when we drove to a remote little lake at the end of a Jeep road. Moose season was open and soon the largest bull moose that probably either of us had ever seen, stealthily approached the lake about 400 yards away and soon was in the water eating lily pad roots. I didn't have my rifle with me but the game warden said, "Here, take my rifle and see if you can get him."
So I took his trusty 257 and started a quiet sneak on the great moose. When he put his head in the water to eat lily pad roots I would quietly approach. Then the head would emerge, with the monstrous antlers all draped in lily pads and the old boy would look carefully around.
On one occasion after a careful scan and listen, he just turned and walked back into the tress from which he had emerged. I suppose he had got a whiff of me and I had not yet reached a distance close enough to him that I had mentally set for the 257.
Sorry, that wasn't a very exciting end to my story, but the whole picture of events on that glorious October afternoon, is deeply embedded in my memory.