Photo shows author and his guide wtith an 8-year-old Beceite ibex taken with a Mossberg Patriot Rvere rifle chambered for the overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor.

An acquaintance was complaining recently that this overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor really gets his goat. I have to agree. The overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor really got my goat, too. In Spain. At 350 yards.

At the risk of sounding like some kind of overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor nut job myself, I must report on this week’s hunting experience with that little cartridge. The two Beceite ibex I took were just the third and fourth game animals I’ve ever taken with the 6.5 Creedmoor. The previous two were whitetails which I’ll report on another time. This pre-Christmas holiday hunt was unusual and unusually successful, and my three shots highlight some of the attributes of the 6.5 Creedmoor that suggest it may not be overhyped.

I ended up in Spain (for the first time) thanks to my hosts, Mossberg and Swarovski. They'd book the trip through WorldSlamAdventures.com. As often happens in this business, they hosted a couple of writers as a way of introducing them to their products in a meaningful way. Let’s face it, if a writer had to bankroll all his own guns, gear and trips, he wouldn’t have much to report. This doesn’t mean we become shills for the manufacturers. We are free to report the good, bad, and ugly. If a product doesn’t work as advertised, I’ll not recommend it. And that makes this quick report easy because the Mossberg Patriot Revere and Swarovski optics functioned to perfection.

I’ll report in depth on this gear in a future blog. For now, let’s see how the overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor performed.

I was shooting Hornady’s new Precision Hunter loads featuring 143-grain ELD-X bullets. They chronographed an average muzzle velocity of 2,689 fps from the 24” barrel of my borrowed Revere rifle. I didn’t have time for extensive accuracy testing, but a few three-shot groups fell in the 1.5” to 1” range. That’s more than adequate to hit an 8” circle out to 500 yards, and I wasn’t planning to shoot that far. Nor did I have to.

The Z5 3.5-18x44mm scope provided more than enough magnification for careful targeting, and my old Steady Sticks bipod promised solid support in a hurry on virtually any terrain. My first opportunity came at sunset on the first day as local guide Oscar, working for outfitter Caza Hispanica (Hunt Spain,) guided me carefully along the rimrock of a steep, dry canyon lined with stone retaining walls built over hundreds of years by land hungry peasants. The goats had been crossing the canyon when we first spotted them. Two were absolute monarchs with towering, curving horns perhaps four feet long. These were off limits due to their value. In Spain, local villages sell permits to hunt their surplus ibex, and they charge what the market will bear. The market will bear close to $30,000 for a top-end billy. We were hunting the much more affordable “bronze” quality billies, roughly 6- to 9-year-old animals.

Let me assure you it was weird passing up the biggest, oldest animals, but this is the way of hunting today. Supply and demand. You can’t blame rural villagers with limited resources for charging what they can for a natural resource.

At any rate, when Oscar pointed out a bronze-class male picking its way across a distant rockslide, I lay prone with the Mossberg resting over his pack on the rimrock. Then I chambered a round, asked for the range (260 yards,) held middle of the shoulder and launched that long, sleek, wind defying ELD-X. It landed low on the shoulder as anticipated, breaking the animal’s leg and penetrating its heart. Of course, in the heat of the moment I only knew that the front leg was broken, and that could have been from a low strike, so I sent a second bullet over the gaping Spanish country side. This one landed a few inches higher than the first, and the billy then expired on one of the old terraces. If the rifle had recoiled, I didn’t feel it. Even in a light, sporting rifle like the Revere, 6.5 Creedmoor recoil is so light that one can usually recover well enough to see the result of the shot — even through a scope set at 10X.

Overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor or not, both the cartridge, bullet, rifle and scope performed perfectly. I had my first Spanish Beceite ibex, a beautiful male that smelled as bad as the old billy goat we had back on the farm. Once a goat, always a goat, I guess.

My second animal was a bonus due to an extra tag unused by a hunter who had fallen ill. We had one morning to hunt. Caza Hispanica founder and head guide Vicente Gil personally led me on the search. It ended when my compact, lightweight Swarovski 8x30 Companion binocular revealed five nannies and one billy high up a canyon wall. “Ees good one,” Vicente said. “Want to try him?” I did. We set off on a steep, winding climb up our side of the canyon, hoping it would bend close enough for a shot. The animals watched us warily, but confidently, probably well aware that the deep canyon between us gave them plenty of protection. I think they hadn’t yet heard about the overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor, but they were about to.

But there was a problem. A larger billy. Why this older, more heavily horned male was not with the band will remain a mystery, but his position between us made a closer stalk unlikely. “Can you shoot from here?” Vicente asked. “Here” was a walled redoubt at the base of the cliffs where fighters had dug in during Spain’s Civil War.

“Probably. But the wind…” As often happens in canyon country, winds were gusting and variable, sweeping down the canyon, curling up and sometimes pouring back. We estimated the range at 350 yards. Given my zero range of 240 yards, my bullet would drop 11 inches at 350 yards, deflect about 7.5 inches in a 10 mph breeze. This was anything but a steady breeze. I set up with my back against a rock, elbows on my knees, the Patriot’s walnut stock atop the old Steady Sticks. Rock solid. I then studied how the wind moved the pines between us and the goat to get a better fix on the wind. To my surprise, most branches were still, yet blowing considerably where we sat. I waited. During a lull, I held about six inches over the billy’s back, about four inches into my wind, and tripped the rifle’s 3.5-pound trigger.

As the rifle recovered from the slight recoil, I saw rock dust erupt. Ewes scattered. I thought I’d missed high. “Where’d he run?” I asked Vicente.

“No run. Kaput!” he answered.

“Kaput?”

“Kaput!” I’d overcompensated for the wind and had apparently caught a contrary gust that deflected the bullet three or four inches right of where I’d intended. That put it in the neck instead of chest. The billy had collapsed right there.

This is one of the advantages of those long, high-B.C., 6.5mm bullets. They minimize wind deflection, and that can sometimes save you from a bad call. The 6.5 Creedmoor doesn’t shoot as flat as a 270 Winchester or 7mm Rem. Mag., but it recoils less. (Read all about the 6.5 Creedmoor versus 270 Win. here.) This gives you the luxury of seeing your hits or misses. This is part of the reason why the overhyped 6.5 Creedmoor might not be all that overhyped after all. Our field research is just getting started. We’ll see what else develops.