Earlier this week my wife told she was tired of getting me the usual (sweaters, dark chocolate bars, books, bottles of whiskey and Scottish ales) for my birthday. She told me to go buy myself a shotgun instead. Who was I to argue? I found a used walnut-stocked 12 gauge BPS in great shape, with just enough dings in the wood that I won't mind putting in some more. I'm thrilled to have a pump for waterfowl and dove shooting again.