Pistonbroke
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There's a house on a nasty bend in the road just out of the village here that was owned by Mr Greener,last of the gun family. He died sometime late seventies / early eighties it's changed hands several times but it's still known as "Greeeners corner". He taught my dad to shoot by trying to shoot bats at dusk in his garden. He told him "if you can hit a Bat you're fit to go from home"I had a hammer s/s Greener, both barrels full choked. It was a pigeon gun for shooting live pigeons before they invented clays. A lovely gun. I sold it to a Japanese client.
At one job I'd moved to, I was grumbling about not having a gun to shoot rabbits with. My boss promptly lent me his s/s sidlock Churchill.... They don't make bosses like that any more.