My grandfather had 4 girls. My mom, the oldest had a boy first of three, me. I was well spoiled by my grandfather as his first boy. He bought a Remington 870 .410 when I got old enough to start shooting.
When I was maybe 8 or 9, he had 2 pigeons living in the barn. Every Sunday we'd go out to visit. I'd take the .410 up and scare the pigeons. Did this for weeks. One day he told me don't take the .410, but take the 16 side by side. The pigeons went out the lower end of the barn, circled around. Came back up over the barn rood. I dropped the first one. The second one turned and bolted across the field. Dropped him with the second barrel.
Then my fun was all over.
No more pigeons
I got my first squirrels and a pheasant with that gun. I have it today as it was eventually passed down to me after my grandfather passed. Still use it to bust clays and even shot a couple doves with it one year.