I've got a buddy who's Dad is always talking about his days in 'Nam. He's become quite the alcoholic now, but when he talks about it, it sends some shudders down my spine. He told us one day, when we all took a trip to our make-shift range and as I was pulling out my Steven's Model 77F 20 ga., in his words "I used one just like that in the jungles, on'y it was a 12 gauge. I remember one day, we was walkin' along when those spooks ambushed us, an' I tell you what, I on'y had one hull left when it was finished."
He pretty much had my shotgun to himself that day (thankfully we got him out shooting before he could crack open a cold one). He was a pretty good shot, hitting about 90% of the clays tossed. He did some trick shooting too, pulling some Tom Knapp kind'a stuff, like ejecting a spent hole, hitting it up in the air with the butt of the shotgun, and hitting it in the air. I was pretty impressed, and can't do that myself.
I never knew whether or not to believe him, but reading some of these responses, I'm thinking he was telling the truth.
