I inherited this Baikal U/O from my grandfather when he passed earlier this year. It was his shotgun of choice for as long as I can remember as a kid, he may have got it new in the 70s I’m not sure. I would borrow it when I walked the farm in the evening looking for bunnies before I bought my own guns.
The rest of the family had fancier guns, Italian jobs, Remingtons or new pumps, and would ask him when he was going to replace that old Russian thing. He later bought a new maverick 88 pump but I never saw him use it. It was always the trusty old Russian.
When I picture grandad on the farm, he’d be wearing his swandri and gumboots, with the Baikal open over one arm. He’d look over and say ‘any ducks out there m’boy?’ I think because he couldn’t see them half the time.
I’ll probably never use it again, but I’ll never sell it either.
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