I hand carried my AYA Matador ten around the Dorchester County Maryland marshes for years, just because I had the shells and didn't want to give up a 90 yard chance if it presented itself. One time, we were invited to clear out a pond that had been populated by hundreds of RSA mallards that were run out of a polluted home base. I had my ten that day, but wished my eights were a little closer than 120 miles up the road. The lady of the house begged us to take a
"big shot" like in the old days, but we shot everything on the wing.
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