Thorny, I been telling ya for years, concentrate on that clay or feathered thing out there in front of the bead, not the name, or city on the rib. My group of n'eer do wells have been hanging around the gun club long enough that we have the keys to lock the place up when we leave. When one of those name guns come along, it's almost always a disappointment-it wasn't built for the bloke who has it now, so he can't hit anything with it, it's got a crack near the head that you can drive a Triumph Tiger through (ya need a name stocker to stock a name gun, don't cha know) the rib is a wee bit loose, bla, bla bla. The smart ones, almost ALWAYS have a "lesser" gun, usually a pump, that they can run the entire course with, while the "name" rests in it's case, in the trunk. Usually, where it belongs.
The game is so much different here than in merry England. American loads put the R in recoil, ruffed grouse and wild pheasants put the R in rough shooting. Quit trying to rationalize that square peg in a round hole.
It's long past the time for you to admit, you shoot that sawn down model 37, or the Fox, better than the Beesley.
The truth, Thorny, will set you free.
Best,
Ted