Last month I took it hunting for the first time, to a cornfield full of doves. It was not the gun’s fault that I’ve had better days of shooting. Actually, it fits and feels good, and I shot it well, except when I wasn’t shooting well, if that makes sense. The flight ended with me a couple birds short of a limit that I should have killed, and with more empties piled up around me than usual. But so what? It was a beautiful day to be in the field, and a beautiful day, well, to be alive.