One’s guns are one’s friends. They have been companions of many night watches in darkling and dawn, in cold moonlit midnights, bitter winds, ice-cold hours, and the raving tempests of God. One loves their gracefulness and utter efficiency, combined with perfect execution. It is indeed a wonder of this day’ — The Complete Wildfowler by Stanley Duncan and Guy Thorne, 1911.
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