My grandfathers Auto-5. I loved it. I like the feel of the forearm. It has heft to it, but other than that, handled like a dream. Never missed a beat. Best times I remember with it is going to the old coal mine sludge ponds and shooting bats at dusk when I was around 12. I know most people don't do that. But for some reason those memories stick out in my head.

Now that poor gun is argued over and taken by my uncle even though my grandmother told me it was mine several times. Beutiful gun is a major source of contraversy with my family.