When she opened the closet doors in her Dad's house, I felt like a kid in a candy store!
I was given my first shotgun ( single shot .410) by my Dad when I was 10. He raised bird dogs, and I could never replace the memories we shared in the field until he passed away at the age of 53. Most people in Massachusetts could never understand a redneck like me. I have been collecting guns ever since, but I have never seen workmanship like this Parker.
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