My Win Model 12 story...
I was USAF active duty at McConnell AFB (Wichita KS) in 1972. I was able to take weekend leave if not scheduled for military duty, so I travelled 300 miles on a Friday afternoon to my parents' home in Omaha in November. Upon arriving, my Dad invited me to a previously arranged pheasant hunt on Saturday in David City, NE. 2,000 acres of farmland. He offered me his prized Win Model 12 field grade in 16 gauge full choke, decked out with a birdseye maple stock/fore-end and Belgian rust bluing courtesy of Herter's in Waseca MN.
I had better not screw it up!
We were hunting a high/elevated cornfield on a partly cloudy day. The old owners/farmers with shotguns were on the road at the end of the field to catch the pheasant runners at the end of the field.
I was on the extreme left of the cornfield when a rooster got up in front of my Dad. I nailed it and he was pissed that I didn't give him a chance at it. A few yards later a rooster way up the row got up and flew to the left across the lower field. It was a perfect station #4 low house skeet shot and I just kept telling myself to keep the gun moving and to get out front. The bird went down amid a poof of feathers. My Dad's friend with the dog told me to stay put and direct them to the bird. They found it and paced it to 60 yards from my position.
When the farmer/blockers saw the bird, they were a bit miffed that it was shot up so badly.
My only fantastic shot. Ever.
I wish I had that Win 12, but when my Dad died 5 years ago, it went to his wife and I have no idea where it is now.