Recoil...Bah. I went the first 65 years of my life with complete recoil tolerance. My first shot was when my Granddaddy (unwisely, I think) handed me a 12ga Browning A-5 and asked if I wanted to shoot it.
It knocked me flat on my back with the first shot and all my grandfather could think about was the other two rounds in the automatic. I was ready for more!
I never worried about recoil until recovering from some serious heart surgery, my shotguns began kicking the snot out of me. Now I am recoil shy. Luckily, they make extra thick pads...Geo
