I got a Savage 59A tube fed bolt action .410 on Christmas morning when I was 11. Christmas afternoon my dad was throwing clays so I could get the feel of it, and the next morning we were off to find pheasant. It proved too warm to get them to sit tight and not run off, but I did come home with a few quail and a couple of rabbits. I used it until I was old enough to by my own 20 ga., and then continued to use it because the only way I could miss with it was if I was blindfolded and facing the wrong direction. I used it so much that I wore the lug off the shell lifter. I just finally got it fixed 33 years later. "I'm not as good as I once was, but..." It sure brings back memories. When I get home, I'm digging out of the safe again, just because.