Last night, the final night of league, son 1, midway through the 16s, says, "what's this?". Wood was cracking around the receiver of my late brother's TC. I put it away, gave him my backup and we finished. BTW, we took third overall in Division 1 where we feared we'd be crushed. Today, I broke down three 870s and got my TB ready to ship back for hopefully a rebuild/replacement of a cracked receiver, put gorilla glue and strap clamp on bro's gun (evidently when he was on chemo he had done some work and put it back together w/o the shim, and spent two hours fitting another forend asembly to my other backup gun . Hell, I don't know which one I'm shooting....main gun going back to Rem, first backup to son 1, bro's gun in clamps and final backup in the case. Head spinning. Kept my original TB full choke barrel, though, so I'll be o.k.
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