Two barrels are better than one.

Everyone has a secret desire. For some, it's sitting behind the wheel (you installed yourself) of a '65 red Ford Mustang once again. For others it's flying around on your Harley or gliding behind your Mastercraft. Hell, for some it's simply removing the VC punji sticks from the backyard and replacing them with a pool and spa next to the "Gentleman's Club" you built in the oversized shed just off the back patio. Some of those desires have become reality over the course of time; others are simply still a distant dream.

Well, last week one dream became reality. A really loud one at that.



It's called a Citori Lightning. She's a 12-guage beauty with a classic rounded pistol grip and forearm. Her deep-blue receiver is engraved with subtle yet stylish designs. And not two, nor three but five Invector-Plus choke tubes were included as well. I even got a lockable case lined with fancy shag carpet to haul it around in.

I gave serious consideration to the Beretta Silver Pigeon S, but due diligence revealed too many problems with their hinge pins (they latch the barrel assembly onto the receiver, and apparently not too well at that). It's also a little fancier than I need. In other words, it seems to be a great gun to point at and say "Damn! Look at my new gun!" The Citoris, on the other hand, are great guns to point at birds during pheasant season and yell "Damn! How did I miss him!"

And no, I didn't pay the suggested retail price, either. A little secret? No one does. You can haggle, trade and talk you way into a great shotgun for much less than what the manufacturer recommends.

So for the first time since, hell, ever, the old Wingmaster will be set aside during the next season. It'll sit there, with its barbwire-scratched stock in its duct-taped sheath, patiently waiting for someone else to pick it up and make a few new memories.

Craig? Casey? Hargate? Any suggestions who could do that?