I run 870’s. Had a Benelli M1 Super90 for a bit, but have been running an 870 since I was 7 years old, so dumped the Benelli.
Now, when I was a kid, we cut wood off this old boy’s place, and he had a consecutively numbered pair of 20ga. Winchester Model 21’s in a velvet-lined case. I didn’t just break the tenth commandment, I shattered that rule and stomped on the pieces. I would have sold my soul to have those guns...
Just sat here remembering when I was a kid, and hunting doves with my uncle, using his 311 20ga. SxS. Loved that gun. And there was the afternoon my aunt sent me out to her barn with her Browning Light 20 and a couple boxes of shells to thin out the barn cats. Seems the barn cats had had litters too often, there were feral cats and kittens everywhere in that hayloft. Spent the afternoon at a chore that would have gotten me and her both locked up nowadays. And I enjoyed it. Kids are vicious predators...
Last edited by OldGrayWolf; 09/28/19.
