My late father-in-law shot a field grade 12ga Model 11. It was short stocked as he bought it from the estate of an uncle who was a very small man and had the stock cut to fit him; Jess never changed it even though he was of more average size. But he could darn well shoot it. Every year we'd get together to shoot hand-thrown targets a few days before the bird opener, and his never-miss on the first target is a family legend, including the last time I saw him shoot, when his eyesight was failing and he could barely see. As always he smoked the first target, turned to a grandson, and said, "Did I hit it?"
He and that old gun were quite a pair, and it kinda reinforced my dad's opinion on gun fit: He'd just say, "Get a gun and learn to shoot it."
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