Agreed!! Even as I got older and better at tracking rabbits with the barrel, my grandfather and his two buddies we'd go hunting with always blew my mind with their quickness. He didn't have his dogs once I was old enough to hunt; had a dozen beagles before I was born in the pen beside the house. So, once I was old enough, we had to take turns kicking brush. You'd no sooner hear, "There he goes!" And, the butt would be up against his shoulder with a soft squeeze on the trigger. He always made it look so easy. The forend on that Sweet Sixteen is cracked if you look at the picture. I can't imagine how many thousands of rounds have been through that thing; still going strong.Awesome and beautiful treasures.
One funny story about his younger days I can share... My mother found a hunting journal of my grandfathers once he passed that was given to me. He kept a log of how many hits and misses him and his two buddies had when out rabbit hunting. There would be notes like, "It took me a hour to get Star back to the car" or "Hit every bar in every town on the way home". So, back to the story... in most cases, every tick in the hit column meant a rabbit brought home. One entry on Oct 30 1961 seemed odd. Him and his two buddies (Dick and Dave) brought home no rabbits, but there were two hits that day... in the notes section... "Dick sprayed Dave with shot and I sprayed Dick."

Beautiful treasures for sure. So many memories with these two shotguns. I will cherish them for the rest of my life.