This season we’ve had to deal with two unsuitable grandfather guns: an ancient H&R single-shot 20, and a 20-gauge Wingmaster, both in the hands of struggling shooters who refused to give them up. (Twenty-gauge Wingmasters are wonderful guns for many things, but trapshooting is not one of them.) Fortunately, the H&R problem took care of itself when the gun’s stock split, leaving the boy no choice but to shoot a loaner gun—a Browning BT-99—and immediately he picked up about eight targets per round. For the first time ever, he started smiling at practice, too. His parents bought him a 12-gauge 870, and he’s doing well with it. I was able to get a 12-gauge Beretta 391 sporting gun into the girl’s hands on some pretext or other, and she started breaking targets right away. Her father took note and bought her an 1100 Competition. Now she shoots in the 20s, and grandpa’s 20-gauge Wingmaster will stay home until hunting season.