Years ago I took my youngest out on opening morning. He was about 13 to 14. He'd put the hard yards in building the maimai so it was time to give him a go. I'd got him a light 20 gauge, Rossi, I think. Anyway, about midmorning he turns to me and said, " Dad, this is starting to hurt" He'd fired quite a few shots and downed several ducks by then. I swapped my 11/87 for the 20 gauge and waited for the next flight. Long story, short, I quickly sold the bloody thing. Shortly afterwards I got my hands on a 101 20 gauge. We both loved it.
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