Joe, there's more to the shooting flying experience and mystique than polished parts. After fifty years of shooting birds located by pointing dogs and attracted by artificial sights and sounds, and using a shotgun to gamble my hard earned money against the skill of others competing for the same money, as well as accumulating the artifacts of that sport, again using my hard earned money, I am not going to dismiss a certain brand of shotgun because its internal parts are not shiny enough. To my own fifty years I might add the similar experience of my father and grandfather whose "shooting flying" lifestyle began probably in the 1860s. We are a well spread out family, my grandfather having been born in 1856. I like a Purdey or a Boss as much as the next guy, own a few English guns myself, but feel a bit more of a twitch in my groin when I kill a bobwhite with a rusty Parker smallbore. Of course, that's just me. Murphy
