Great story!

When I was a boy my Father picked up a brand new Ithaca Mag Ten. I thought I died and went to heaven! He had big plans of going goose hunting but never was able to find the time. After I left home he loaned it out one time and when it was returned it would not cycle properly and is now a single shot. Of course he didn' t know it because he never used the gun. It is sitting behind me as I write this reply. When I was a young man I tromped through countless fields hunting pheasants with it. Today I have a hard time carrying it across the room it is so heavy. I have killed geese with it years ago and did take a turkey with it some time ago too. In it' s day this baby was like a miniature repeating howitzer.

Thanks for the memories.