The ol' H&R Topper .410 is still shanking evil TN critters 44 years after Mom n Dad bought it for me at Friedman's in Nashville for my 11th Birfday. Got tired of this one screeching pridefully today 'bout the quail eggs he'd gobbled all summer so punched his ticket.
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�When in doubt, I whip it out.� Uncle Ted
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