I sold my Stevens 200 earlier this year not because it was inaccurate (far from it), but because it was lacking in the je ne sais quoi department. That left me without a 30-06 rifle, an intolerable position (well, except my Garand, but we'll overlook that). But let's back up a little.
When I was 16 my father laid out his hunting rifles on his workbench and gave me, and my brother, our pick of his rifles for my birthday. Oddly enough we both picked 30-06s, him a ABolt Stainless Stalker and me a Sako AIII (can you see the Fudd shining through?). Of course, I decided after a couple of years that I needed more horsepower and traded Dad for his M700 Classic Super Grade 300WM. I never shot the rifle exceedingly well from the bench though it was my primary hunting rifle over the years I spent in the Chilcotin taking my best Mule Deer (stop clapping, I've only shot two) and my first moose (clap now, it was offhand at 300 yards...the first two shots were merely warning messages that the evil was lurking). Eventually Dad's efforts to work up a load and my efforts at becoming a more proficient shooter wore the barrel out and I sent it off to ATRS to be built for LR shooting.
Enter the previously mentioned Stevens. I had moved North and wanted a beater that I could strap on an ATV, throw in a boat or lash to a komatik without breaking down into tears every time I went over a bump. The 300 had a scorched barrel and my only other sporting bolt rifle was my 416 Rigby which I didn't want to treat like a rental car. The Stevens seemed like the perfect candidate. I topped it with the 3-9x Burris that came off the 300WM and started brewing up handloads to test. I was saddened and a little bored to find that the bargain-basement rifle would crowd three 180 grain Partitions into just under a half-inch when I could keep the coffee jitters down. Boring. shot the rifle that way for about 6 years before I sold it. When I jerked the scope off I found that the rear scope mount (I was using Talley Lightweights) was flopping around loose yet the rifle still printed tight groups. This was after numerous trips on the land and 4 physical relocations with all the bumps and bruises associated. I haven't heard from the new owner so the rifle must be chugging right along.
So there I was, with nothing but a Garand and several thousand component bullets that required launching. Now, you might point out that I do have the 300WM as well as a Pre 64 M70 in 300 H&H. This is entirely true. I also have a Savage 308. So I really wasn't gagging for another 30 caliber rifle. But two years ago my brother gave me a framed photo of my father standing with a caribou he had just shot on one of his winter excursions near Yellowknife (remember when there were caribou on the Ingraham Trail and you were allowed to shoot them?). Well the rifle he was holding in that photo was none other than that old AIII that I had picked off the bench 20 years prior. So I hatched a plan. You should always have a plan. Several years ago my brother developed a fetish for the long, tapered king of the medium bores, the 375 H&H. He somehow borrowed the Old Man's Whitworth 375 and had used it for years to shoot such ferocious megafauna as whitetail deer and coyotes. Somehow the rifle had never made it's way back to Saskatchewan and came to reside in the basement of a subdivision home in Southern Calgary. Pops had pretty much quit hunting a few years ago and I seized upon this opportunity, not to sewer my little brother, but to tip the scales of justice back into equilibrium. I suggested to Dad that it might be fair and just to let sleeping 375s lie and to send the old 30-06 out East to live with his firstborn. It took a couple of months but he suggested to me last month that I should have, again, the Sako. Well, Hannibal Smith couldn't have said it better..."I love it when a plan comes together". Now, in the spirit of full disclosure, before I absconded with the '06 I told my brother that it was going to happen. His initial comment was "I somehow feel like I'm getting screwed". Much brotherly reassurance ensued and I convinced him (and I actually believe this to be true) that the two rifles were pretty much of a muchness and that no one was coming out ahead of the other. Dad actually suggested to me that he thought the 375 might be worth more. I'm fine with that. Turns out the Sako (according to it's serial number which I just checked tonight) was likely made in 1978, the same year I was born, and purchased new by my father (probably from Reliable Gun and Tackle in Vancouver). Couple that with the fact that it was his primary hunting rifle for the last few years he hunted in BC and all the time up North until he bought that ABolt, and it was far and away the rifle that I wanted to fill my 30-06 vacancy.
So like Johnn, Clarke and probably a schwack of other folks on this board, I've got an heirloom 30-06 that I'll never part with. I would suggest, senor MackForce, that you search for the same. And if you don't find yourself in a situation where an heirloom is nearby, buy yourself an heirloom that you'd be proud to pass on to your firstborn.
Thus endeth the sermon.