I didn't know there was any other shotgun than a double in my fishing village. No one subscribed to the sporting magazines; only three newspapers came in the daily mail. Around 11 or 12 a relative who had gone off to the Boston states returned one fall with a pump. A marvel, but I remained virtuous until I bought one of the first Winchester Model 50s to enter the province, then an 1100, succumbing to the clickety-clacks. Nearly 20 years ago---in my 60s--- I yearned to go back to the doubles of my village: Stevens, Tobins, Parkers, Ithacas, JABCs. Reading of those guns here set me off. I am grateful.