My Dad gave me my first gun when I was 10, a Savage V-24. .22RF and .410 I grew to hate that thing. I shot at many squirrels and rabbits but never hit anything with the .410. My grandfather gave me a box of .22 shells and from then on I started bring home squirrels and rabbits. The only thing I ever killed with the shotgun was a goat. Neighbors had a nasty Billy goat. It had knocked their Grandma down and had hurt her by slashing her with it's hoofs, and butting her repeatedly. Us kids had been warned to watch out for the animal, "It was dangerous" according to my mother. We I was walking out to the barn to go hunt squirrels when here comes that goat. With it's head down it was coming straight at me. I knew the .22LR would not do any thing to stop him, so I pushed the button in the side down for the shotgun barrel pointed ti at his head, and slapped the trigger. Goats head was about a foot from the barrel when I shot, did a number on the goat.
One of my brothers is a real smart ---, and he has a son that is the same way. One year I got tired of hearing how good a shot he is, and how his son is growing up to be just like him. Christmas was coming, and Dad asked me what I was going to do with that old shotgun, meaning the .22/410 Savage. I had left it at home when I moved out, and it was still in his closet. I went and found a box, wrapped it up, and gave it to my nephew for Christmas. Christmas day we all went squirrel hunting and took my brother and his son. That gun has not been fired since, nor has it been out of the house.
The wife gave me another Savage over and under a few years ago for my birthday, to use as a survival gun for the airplane. But at least she is gun savy and got me a .308/12ga. Now this one I like.