I'm pretty much a recoil sissy, at least when it comes to rifles. (Big handguns don't bother me nearly as much, though I'm becoming more sissified there too...)
When younger I had a fetish for dangerous game rifles, and I still take them out to play with them on occasion. The .416 Rigby, in particular, is a rifle I love to handle but hate to shoot. The general pattern is 1) take it to the range, 2) shoot it a dozen times, 3) take it home and dump it disgustedly back into the safe, with a vow to never shoot the evil thing again, and 4) read a bunch of Ruark, fall in love with the .416 Rigby, and wonder why it's been six months since I took mine to the range.
Cast bullets and DuPont filler have considerably eased that relationship, but all told, I get more enjoyment out of the 7X57 than anything else.