The shotgun balanced beautifully, mounted seamlessly, and pointed effortlessly. In fact, it felt so natural that I realized I was often not consciously aware of the firearm at all. When a bird came up in a clatter of busy wings I’d watch it veer, shuffle, and hook in its bid for safety. Suddenly it would fold in mid air, and I’d become aware of the scent of cordite drifting out of my choke tube. Pretty impressive performance for an unfamiliar shotgun.