Guns were made to shoot in any weather, not to look at, preserve in comfy places. Like Chris, I live in a neighbouring province where weather is not a determinant of which gun, where, when or how I hunt. Chris is on an island surrounded by salt water and I on a geographic raft jutting out into the same wild and wooly North Atlantic. Surf, fog and rain are constant companions. The only reason for rust is negligence.
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