Winchester Model 12, in 12ga. I was 8. The butt was mid bicep when I pulled the trigger. Dad apologized. I didn't hold it against him. Wish he'd left that gun to me, instead of my brother, who doesn't shoot. Wish he'd left the Model 42 to me, as well. The other brother got that. I got the workingman's gun, so I put it to work. Isn't worth much, but I sure do love my Savage Fox.