One of my fondest duck hunting memories is laying on my side on a beaver dam trying to load my Beretta O/U MZL as flock after flock of woodies poured into the pond. I got my limit.

My dad said it was fun to watch me hunt ducks with it. He would sit on the the dock and watch across the lake. Two plumes of white smoke in the air and a few seconds later the booms would echo around the lake.

After the first shot the rest are just noise.