Sharpshooting: A buffalo market hunter of yore attests to the prowess of the Sharps rifle and cartridges.
“The time I made my biggest kill, I lay on a slight ridge, behind a tuft of weeds 100 yards from a bunch of a thousand buffaloes that had come a long distance to a creek, had drunk their fill and then strolled out upon the prairie to rest, some to lie down. … After I had killed about twenty-five my gun barrel became hot and began to expand. A bullet from an overheated gun does not go straight, it wobbles, so I put that gun aside and too the other. By the time that became hot, the other had cooled, bu thten the powder smoke in front of me was so thick I could not see through it … I had to crawl backward, dragging my two guns, and work around to another position on the ridge, from which I killed fifty-four more. In one and one-half hours I had fired ninety-one shots, as a count of the empty shells showed afterwards, and had killed seventy-nine buffaloes.”
—Buffalo market hunter George Reighard, praising the Sharps rifle and cartridges, in a story that ran in a 1930 edition of the Kansas City Star. From the book America’s Great Gunmakers, by Wayne van Zwoll.