Dean, more than you know. As Dad got older, like many of his generation, shot shells were never separated, just returned to any empty box. Well hunting pheasants in Rhinebeck NY, with his 3 Brittanies, who were as odd as he was at times, pointed and flushed two cockbirds at once. That old 24 emitted an odd sound and one rooster literally blew apart. Dad loaded the right barrel with "00" buck and that pheasant never stood a chance. His words of wisdom were " don't have to gut that one, just put him in the soup"
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