My first 21 was one of a pair that my Dad and I ferretted out of a classified ad in the Washington Post in 1965 when I was just a lowly University freshman. Dad put his 20 gauge away and I shot my 12 gauge until it had no finish between the pistol grip and the forend. I still have Dad's skeet gun but mine is long gone on a 1973 trade for a Parker SC with case and tags which I still have.