I love my 16's, but consider this scenario. <BR>It's Sunday and the last day of your hunting trip. Birds have avoided you like teenagers avoiding work. You drive past one last plot of public land, and it is crawling with birds. But you are out of shells. You reach the small town in the middle of nowhere, and see that the gas station carries shotgun shells. Did you only bring your 16? Sonny-boy, you probably messed up real good. That gas station has 9 kinds of beef jerky, but only one gauge of shells. First gun, 12. Second gun? 16!!!
