Winchester, in the late 1950s, was a moribund company whose designs were 1930s vintage and whose quality control was largely nonexistent. Nonetheless, Big Red W was still capable of some advanced thinking in the way of cartridges. In short order, it produced a trio of new rounds—the .458, .338, and .264. The first, despite its detractors, has gone on to be an African dangerous-game standard. The second is a work of sheer genius, one of the finest all-around game loads ever conceived by the mind of man, a towering monument to human ingenuity. The third got crosswise of Jack O’Connor, who snorted and farted and said that it was not as good as the .270. And that was the end of the .264, at least for the time being.