Exactly, GWWs. The by now hackneyed adage "Life's too short to hunt with an ugly gun" is simply true. I know I could never work up the enthuiasm to get out of bed on a chilly early morning to ride out to the woods so I could roam for hours with my Benelli and little ball bearings. Killing is not that high on my priority list. If that day ever came I know I wouldn't tote a steely death-ray, I'd simply stop hunting birds.