Let's hear a bit about your favorite shotgun. We all have a personal relationship with these inanimate objects that objectify our waterfowling passion.
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When I was 16 I bought my first big boy shotgun, a 12 gauge Remington 870 Express pump. My intent was jump shooting greenheads on the creek behind my house south of Bozeman, Montana and "casting and blasting" along the Gallatin River. Over the last 18 years I have harvested everything winged with it and even took a few deer too. In fact, until very recently it was the only shotgun I owned (other than an heirloom .410 Wingmaster). It has been across two flyways and four states where it has drawn feathers in all. That gun has been a faithful companion from my teens, to early adulthood, through marriage, two children and two gun dogs – it's basically a family member. She now sits pretty and clean in a case waiting for my children to get old enough to make memories with her. But who knows, maybe on a pensive day this coming fall I will take her out again and splash down a few more greenheads.
I'll start...
When I was 16 I bought my first big boy shotgun, a 12 gauge Remington 870 Express pump. My intent was jump shooting greenheads on the creek behind my house south of Bozeman, Montana and "casting and blasting" along the Gallatin River. Over the last 18 years I have harvested everything winged with it and even took a few deer too. In fact, until very recently it was the only shotgun I owned (other than an heirloom .410 Wingmaster). It has been across two flyways and four states where it has drawn feathers in all. That gun has been a faithful companion from my teens, to early adulthood, through marriage, two children and two gun dogs – it's basically a family member. She now sits pretty and clean in a case waiting for my children to get old enough to make memories with her. But who knows, maybe on a pensive day this coming fall I will take her out again and splash down a few more greenheads.