Merry Christmas J.A.,
That's what the first of September is to me. I shot the 20 gauge Trojan my father found under the Christmas Tree so many years. The little gun made it's 63rd consecutive appearance at a shoot Thursday. It is a wonder gun that never fails to kill dove. Saturday I never took it out of it's slip. I sat with my 10 year old grandson giving encouragement as he shot. This morning I shot in the rain with a 16 gauge PH and was one of the first out of the field by 8 AM. The PH was cobbled together with Damascus barrels that remained from my horrid attorney friends grandfathers estate. He was with me when I fired the first shot at game in many many years and saw the dove fold. He was as happy as I was.
Harry
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