My first gun was an Eastern Arms single shot .410 that my Grandfather gave me in 1966. I was an armed and dangerous 13 year old, and the local squirrel population was on notice. The reality was that very few game animals fell to the mighty little .410, but the days afield are some of my fondest memories growing up in rural So. California.
This gun now hangs on the wall in my home office. I like to think back on the days of my grandparents on the farm, and imagine Grandpa using this gun to run off chicken thieving varmints.