I started out when I was either 13 or 14 with my Dad's 1889 Remington 10ga. on sharptails and pheasants. I lugged that heavy ten pound beast upland hunting for years until I couldn't buy 2 7/8 shells at the local hardware anymore. At the end of my first day of hunting with it my arms felt like they were going to fall out of the sockets but my heart felt like I took that first step into manhood. After Dad passed away I got the Remington. She sits proudly in my cabinet.

Practice safe eating. Always use a condiment.