When I finally got a Swift, I found it an extremely straightforward proposition. It was a rifle built by a cantankerous roofer and part-time benchrest rifle builder who cared only how rifles shot, not how they looked. His name was Seeley Masker, and he put together a firearm of stupendous ugliness from a 26-inch Hart barrel, a Stolle action, someone’s 2-ounce trigger, and a fiberglass stock. The gun was so awful looking that I had to warn people before I uncased it. That aside, all it did was shoot. No magic, no voodoo, no ritual incantations, just 4,000 fps- plus with 50-grain Nosler Ballistic Tips and outstanding accuracy.