Took my ancient Winchester 37 in 20ga out for a walk in the woods. Busted a sharp-tail and a ruffed. This was the first firearm I fired...out behind Granddad's barn, 4 decades ago. The gun was old then...and I was not.
Back in the day, even an inexpensive single was built to last generations. This one is from the late 30s and still points like a magic wand and the scaled receiver carries like a dream. They don't make them like this anymore.