Glad to post...funny how something like a shotgun can bring back all sorts of fond memories...stuff that I have not thought of for sometime.
I will have to go through my pictures...I believe I have pictures of me after the opening day of pheasant season when I was thirteen and had the 1500. My brother, father and I had our limit of 9 pheasants by noon and mom took a picture of us kneeling in front of the birds with our shotguns of choice...me with the 1500, my brother (who is 18 years older than I am...I was an "ooopppps when my mom was 42) with his Browning Auto-5, and my Dad with his Remington 870.
I should also have a picture of me on the Monday after opening weekend...I talked my mom into picking me up a bit early from junior high with all of my hunting stuff...she drove a few minutes out of town and dropped me off to walk some fields to hunt. She was then going to pick me up at the same point at dusk. Well, she came down the road at dusk...there I was with my 1500 and three roosters...that I got in a little more that two hours. That will be a day that I will never forget...my first time hunting by myself and my first three roosters by myself.
Memories...