I used the Caldwell bags that mounted on the rail for years. Then along came the Brass Goat. Hoo Boy. The greatest thing since sliced bread. Finally got tired of all the jams when a shell would bounce back into the receiver. Went back to the bags and stuck that goat under the truck seat just in case of emergencies.

I could wish a lot of things on my worst enemy but neuropathy ain't one of them.