Late Saturday afternoon I pulled out my M12 and off we went. No birds pointed or flushed so I didn't get to shoot it but just carrying it felt very right. Certainly not like carrying a well balanced double, but very pleasurable in it's on special way.
When I was turning 13 I spotted a 16 ga M12 in the rack of the local sporting good store and I begged my dad to get it for me for my birthday. He didn't get it for me but he did give me a 20 ga Wingmaster for Christmas that year. (he thought the 16 might be a little much for a first shotgun) I have loved and cherished that Wingmaster for 40-years but that 16 ga M12 haunted me for years. A few years ago I had a chance to pick one up and I didn't hesitate. I just wish I took it out more often.
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