RRN, truly that gun has soul.
Frankenstein wears the corncob forend that was on my first 870 way back. There's a nasty scar on one side from the day I learned that climbing 30 feet up a quarry wall to recover a feral pigeon wasn't worth it. I get reminded of that every time I shoot that shotgun.
Which ever of my kids ends up with Frankenstein, assuming they don't bury it with me, will tell their kids yet unborn that story. They know it by heart.
And they'll know that my junkyard mutt has soul,some of which they helped install.
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