Edgar, a somewhat funny story about the gun and those shells. Wehad a bird feeder just outside our kitchen window. One day whem my grand daughter was visiting, a squirrel was on the feeder. I figured, like you, that I would only tickle the squirrel so I took the 61 and loaded a shotshell and told my grand daughter that I was going to scare him. I quietly went outside and peaked around the corner of the house. He was still on the feeder. Pulled up and shot--about 20 feet. Killed him deader than a doornail. Luckily, my grand daughter took it in stride. I was more shoked than her. Shortly thereafter, I targeted the gun and shot on a rusty 50 gallon drum. After seeing the pattern I knew what happened.
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