My dad was a NC quail hunter before I was born and had an older 311 in 16 gauge. He sold it to the local volunteer fire department in November, 1968 to buy "us" a .22 rifle. He passed away three weeks later from a massive heart attack.
A few years later, when I was a teenager, I tried to track the gun down. No success.
I bought an old prewar Stevens 12 gauge when I was in college in VA. Thing broke at least two hammers when I had it. Had to pawn it for book money and forgot to redeem it...