I had my gun in one of those old canvas take down cases with separate compartments for the barrels, action and forend. I lifted it out of the back of the truck, swung around, and watched the barrels go skidding across the asphalt street; the flap was buckled but apparently there was enough room for them to slip by. They came away with a few nicks and scratches but no dents. It was my old Stevens 5100 but I couldn't have felt worse if I'd wrecked a new car.
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It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so. - Mark Twain.
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