Probably my old, beat-up 20 gauge 3” Magnum Remington 1100 is my favorite gun. I don't use it that often, but it fits well, points quickly and is a pleasure to carry in the field. Most importantly, it was my grandfather's gun (he gave it to me after his eyes got so bad he couldn't hunt anymore).
I took my first ducks with that gun, using some old number 2 steel shot that had belonged to my buddy’s late uncle. I’m not usually a very spiritual or sentimental guy, but I sorta felt like the spirit of those two hunters (my Grandpa and my buddy’s late Uncle) were with me that day. I never got to hunt with my Granddad, but using his gun felt a little bit like hunting with him.