In Fredericton, New Brunswick, there was a highway builder who hated reporters and tracked me down whenever I was in the city. He'd invite me to his club or elegant home on the golf course with shotguns behind glass on two walls. What passed between us was barely civil at times. I liked him for his honest spirit. When he died, his wife asked me to visit and took me to his gun room. "Charlie wanted you to have first pick of his guns." I chose an 1899 Parker fishtail 16 hammer 0 grade. All the others were just money.
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