Whenever I get that hankering I reach for my 16ga Mossberg 190KB. It was only made in ‘57 and ‘58 and has special significance to me because as a kid the first time I was trusted to hunt alone was with my Grandfather’s 190. He only had two shells so he gave me his gun and the two shells and said, “Come back with dinner.” I did. My mother was relieved. My dad and my grandfather were proud and I was one happy kid when I gave him back his gun, the rabbit, and the 2nd shell.