Wait wait! I meant 4ga. Actually 1ga. Yeah, that's the ticket.

When I was a lad, I tried to make kills with my .410ga. I managed to pick off a few imaginary rabbits back then, but mostly, the world was not in any real danger at that time. I was learning. Then as I grew older, my 20ga began to scare the neighborhood pussy cats, and I managed to snag a fur or two. However, regretfully, in spite of a multitude of frenzied attempts, I was still not making much of an impression on the outside world

Then I went to college with my new 12ga. The academic world began to notice and some were impressed, but I was still hitting wide of the mark on occasion and I had yet to mature and really hit my stride with my big gun, the 1ga. punt boat cannon. The birds had no chance after that, and they had to wait for relief from the danger my gun posed until age began to reverse the progress, and prowess began to wane.

Nature was good to me though, and thanks to modern science and newly found chemical combinations I was able to pick up my trusty Binelli 12ga. and score once again.

Life is good.