Dad had one that I graduated to from my H&R Topper .410. I liked it. Shot a pheasant across the road, in town with it one time. On ours the hammer was rather slick to get a grip on if you had cocked it on the way up only to find that the bird was a hen and had to lower it back down. We always made very sure that the barrel was pointed down at the ground if we needed to do so. (Good advice no matter what.) It did slip away from me one time doing this. Probably was a good experience as I became a real old lady about gun safety.

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