I once stumbled on a commercial Mauser rifle chambered for the 9.3X62 cartridge. Seems this rifle had recently been brought over from Africa where it was popular as a lion gun. the slim, trim, stock with about a six inch drop and buttplate that couldn't have encompased over 3 square inches, just added to the mystique. I just had to have it, even though lions were relatively scarce in my neighborhood. Then there was the matter of ammunition. Only imported, and very expensive, ammo was available and I could only afford a box of ten rounds. Now this ammo held about a 300 grain bullet.
Naturally, I was just itching to try out my new prize, so I collared by brother-in-law, who was a USMC drill sergeant at the time, indoctrinating the 'cruits on the M1 Garand.
When we got to our shooting spot, I was very polite and offered him first shot. I pointed out that we only had ten cartridges, so that would be 5 shots each.
Well, he settled into the standard Corps sitting position, aimed, and fired. From his subsequent flat-on-the-back position, with the rifle some six feet behind him, he looked up at me, and said firmly and clearly, "you've got nine."
Being the instigator of this shoot, I couldn't back down, so I took a go at it. It had to have been worse for me, knowing what to expect. Well, when that gun pounded my shoulder, I could only wonder whether the effect on the lion could have been much worse.
To show that I was the dominant male on the scene, I forced out another round. By that time I had tears in my eyes, which must have been evident to my B-in-L, since he began to make excuses as to why we should call it a day.
I have never sold that gun, the action and magazine are standard .30-06 length and I had dim ideas of someday rebarreling it to .270. Recently I brought up this idea to a gunsmith, who said I should make it a .25-06 instead. "270's kick too hard, for me," he explained. I just smiled.