There must have been a sale on Browning A5’s. I stepped out of the truck with my AyA No. 4/53 and everyone else, to a man, had a hump-back, loading them click, click, click, like a slot machine junkies on a double espresso. Belgian guns, most of them, a few Japanese, but all Light Twelve’s with the exception of a very nice Sweet Sixteen. Finally
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