Several years ago, I was invited to go to a home a few blocks from my office to look at a .410 VHE Skeet gun. The two owners, brothers, explained that the gun had belonged to their uncle, who farmed in rural Northern Virginia, now serious horse country. His neighbors were the Mellon and Mars families. The gun was the first honest, all original, field worn .410 Skeet I had ever seen. I asked if the uncle had shot skeet with the little Parker. Nope, Uncle had never seen a skeet field. All the gun had ever shot was quail. They further explained that the choice of a .410 was driven by the price of the ammunition.
