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End of a shooting session at my range and the first cold one's were being cracked when the shotgun talked started. One of my friends started in with his wish for a Browning Sweet- Sixteen. He had always wanted one for upland Grouse and bewailed the fact they were no longer made. I, rather smugly, stated I owned one. Could he see it? Maybe shoot it? I retired to the gunsafe and scooped up the Browning and a box of high brass 7 1/2's. Not set up for skeet, we improvised with 1/2 gallon plastic milk jug's filled with water, and took turn's throwing them while my friend nailed one after another. He was in heaven. " How much? How BLOODY much?" He asked. It's not for sale , I answered. Do you know what these are going for? "I'll give you a grand." No, I said. "All right. $1100.00, How about it?" Damn, I only paid $125.00 for it way back when. That's almost a $1,000.00 profit. I was about to say yes, when I looked at the old girl and remembered when it was my only shotgun. As far back as when it was legal to hunt Geese and Ducks with lead shot. When I made that absolute triple on Grouse with it and that Pheasant that four other hunter's missed and I brought down at what seemed like 40 yards crossing from right to left. And I said no. Stupid? Maybe. Tough shit, that's MY shotgun.