I always coveted one. Never owned one believe it or not.
My cousin had a Six, the pump counterpart to the Four, in .270 and it was purdy.
He kilt his first deer with it, a big ol misshapen 12-point in full stinkin’ rut. I was with him and helped get it out of the woods.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”