Hard to shake off that affliction isn't it? Sorta recalls one of the late Gene Hills' articles- "A World Without Shotguns" scary indeed--what a great writer, gunner, dog man- his aforementioned piece also makes me think of another --the title slips my mind, but I sure buy into Gene's thesis- goes along these lines- A bachelor gent who lives for fine small bore doubles and grouse and woodcock- becomes stranded on a deserted island- when he wakes up a very shapely and naked lass says "Welcome to Paradise Mr. Smithers- do you know where you are now?" Some remote island I'd guess, he replied- but why Paradise?" "Oh, come now, you can have ANYTHING you'd like, anything your dreams have ever dictated in the past" "Oh Boy Oh Boy, he said, jumping up and downlike a school boy at summer vacation-- You've got Woodcock shooting here and I hope there's a Woodward 20 bore behind your back for me"--- Yup
Of course, I might go for a BHE 10 std. 32" made in 1922, a great Retriever and a never ending supply of flight birds and shells for pass shooting supreme, but to each man, his own I guess--
