This brings back some memories...
It was a cheap little single shot .410 - I'm not even sure what the make was on the little gun...
I'll never forget my dad taking me hunting the first time... We were squirrel hunting and pop seen a couple squirrels in a tree as we were walking... We sat on an old ceder that had fallen over and dad said they would be out "in a few minutes". Well, after what seemed like an eternity (I was convinced he had lost his mind, and there was nothing up that darn tree) here they come racing down the side of the tree... I'm fumbling with the .410 trying to get it mounted and dad is saying, "shoot him, shoot him" well one of the little critters froze, and I killed my first grey squirrel.
Dad gave the little .410 to my sister for her son (my little nephew). I can only hope it brings him half the fond memories it has for me.... Next time I am over there I am going to see who even made that little gun... For the life of me, I cannot remember right now.