Many moons ago I fell in love with the diminutive, yet effective, 6.5 Grendel. I had picked up a varmint-weight CZ 527 chambered for it, dropped the barreled action into a Bell & Carlson aramid composite stock, paired it with my favorite Nightforce scope, and we were off to the races. Deer, coyotes, antelope, hares, prairie dogs, and even a spike elk in the Idaho wilderness – the little Grendel became my one gun for several years.
What always drew me to the tiny 6.5 was that its short overall length allowed it to fit into 223-sized platforms. This translates to shorter and lighter actions and less bolt travel, which in turn led to less disturbance behind the rifle. Add to that its incredibly low recoil/report, and a sufficiently flat trajectory within my typical hunting ranges, and it changed how I experienced shots on game.
Seeing and hearing impacts became the norm, something I hadn’t been getting with the .300 Win. Mag. it took the place of. I wouldn’t go so far as to say running the Grendel is like running a .22, but it’s definitely closer to that than it was to cycling the action on that magnum.
Why the 6mm ARC?
On paper, I could see that it was a Grendel killer. Flatter shooting and a tad faster, its long, thin bullets were a bit better suited to bucking wind. To be honest, it made me a little sad. I’d fallen in love with the older sibling only to find myself attracted to a younger sister with a bit longer legs and thinner waist. It was a problem.
The answer? I ignored it. I knew it was there, but I tried not to think about it, talk about it, or shoot it. It was unfortunate, really, but it was what was needed for me to keep my current rifle relationship intact.
That all came to a crashing halt this spring when I joined friends for a prairie dog shoot in central Wyoming. They didn’t bring one 6mm ARC, not two, but four. Ugh. Custom bolt guns and gas guns… all with premium stocks and chassis, quality optics, and plenty of Hornady ammo to chew on.
When no one was looking, I set up one of Seth’s custom bolt guns and started schwacking dogs in the 200 to 300-yard range with surprisingly little effort. Built on a Zermätt Origin with a heavy target barrel and big two-port brake, recoil was nearly non-existent. Add to that the clarity of the Vortex LHT and a real looker of a Manners stock, and I was rather smitten.
From over my shoulder, Kelly started calling out barkers and their ranges. The little ARC did its work. Before I knew it, I had filled the table with empty shell boxes and the field with parts and pieces.
“How’s the barrel?” Kelly asked.
Putting hand to chamber, I could feel it starting to radiate a bit of heat.
“Warm, but not hot. I needed to take a breather, though.”
Stepping back from the shooting bench, I knew I was in trouble. The proverbial goose was cooked. While I could never bring myself to sell my faithful little 6.5 Grendel, it was destined to start gathering dust.
As we settled into some lunch on the Wyoming prairie, Seth could see me mulling over the problem. Stealthy as I had thought I had been, he obviously caught wind of my little fling.
“Wait until you try my race gun, ha-ha! I’ve been running it in PRS, and the bore is pretty bad but it’s still shooting really well. I’ve got a new barrel ready to go on when we get home, so give it hell.”
And boy did we! A few of us took turns behind the rifle. Similar to the Origin, but this one with an even heavier Proof stainless barrel, four port brake and a massive, crystal-clear Razor Gen III. It quickly became the group favorite, to the point that we needed to start poking out to over 400 yards to find dogs in the previously jam-packed town. Fortunately, the 6mm ARC has a flatter trajectory. The 6mm ARC has an advantage over the 6.5 Grendel to the tune of a tad over 3 inches at 400 yards.
A week later, I’m back home and still dreaming of my own ARC. Perusing the Zermätt website, top of my list is its SR3 with right bolt/left port. My gun room already hosts a few cases of ammo loaded with Hornady 108s. I also pinged an old friend who built a set of rifles on the wonderful little CZ 527 action, back when Hornady was developing the load, to see whether he still had any gathering dust on a shelf somewhere. It should be arriving at my FFL shortly…
I know I should feel bad, but my Grendel had a great run. It’s not her, it’s me.