What it does?

It leaves me perpetually broke because of vet bills, dog feed and purchases in search of the Holy Grail.

My wife asked me the other day why I bought yet another shotgun? I answered, "it's perfect birdgun!" whilst walking in the house with a LNIB 1968 20 gauge Superposed under my arms. [I didn't bother to mention it cost me less than her last automobile accident. ;)]

Most of the time I shoot holes in the air but once in a blue moon when all my aging synapses function and fire just perfectly I managed to knock over a mature drummer who tries to fly his practiced "S" pattern down a overgrown logging road. Then I make my way back to the old pickup truck at the end of the lane with my head held high knowing that for a moment I walk among the immortals and demigods with my prize heavy in my game-vest.

And then of course theere is a reality check and the dog demands to know why we are stopping to commemorate the moment with photos:

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"Rhetoric is no substitute for reality." -Thomas Sowell