My first gun was an H&R Topper Junior .410. It was a hand-me-down from my brother, who had managed to knock the bead sight off of it long before. It was beat all to hell, but being my first gun, I loved it like it was solid gold. A lot of tree rats and rabbits fell before that little break-action .410, no bead sight needed. It wouldn't quite reach out and touch a dove, so it was eventually replaced with a Mossberg 500 when I turned 14. I'm not sure what happened to the Topper, but I think dad passed it on to my nephew when I left for boot camp.





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EDIT: Forgot to add that the original firing pin fell out long ago and my father filed down a nail to make the new firing pin. Such an awesome POS.

