The .30-30 makes me very very sad. Why? Because I had a revelation one day, that made it clear to me that a large part of the last 40 years of my life have been a horrendous waste of time and money.
My father did not hunt very much. The only deer rifle he had was a Marlin 336, in .30-30, with a Weaver K-4 scope on it. It would only group about 2.5 inches from the bench. When I was young, I deer hunted with it a couple of times, but regarded it as a piece of junk.
I then spent the next 40 years of my life deer hunting and going through all of the major rifle crazes: the magnum craze (7 Mag), the high-velocity light-bullet craze (.243 Win.), the nostalgia craze (.257 Roberts), the big bore craze (.444 Marlin), the military round craze (.308 Winchester), the Mauser craze (6.5 Swede) etc. etc.. Between all of those rifles, and all of those scopes, and all of that ammo, and all of the attendant gadgets, and all of the attendant bench time, I probably spent more than $25,000 and lost half of my hearing. I shot around 50 deer during those years, but the the furthest was only about 160 yards.
And then, while sitting at home one day, I came to a great and sad realization. Every deer I have ever shot in my entire life would have been hit and killed just as dead with that .30-30 Marlin, and its Weaver K-4 scope, and factory loaded Remington CoreLokts. EVERY ONE OF THEM!! No kidding, it really depresses me. I could sure use all of that time, money, and hearing back now.