My dad's Savage 775a 16ga autoloader. There was a .410 single shot that actually belonged to my oldest brother that I carred but it wasn't mine. Dad never actually gave the Savage to me; he just started saying it was too heavy for him and he'd rather carry the .410. When I was about 12 my dad lost an eye in a hunting accident and never hunted again. As was my dad's way there was never any formal presentation; it was just understood form then on that it was my gun. And yes, I still have it.
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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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