I'll try to explain this situation as it's not a story of "name lust".
My Dad's go-to duck and goose gun in the years pre-steel shot was a beautifully stocked Model 21 that he hunted with for years. It's well worn from honest use and years of being carried and shot. Last fall when I went to Saskatchewan with my buddy (big hunter but had never even been west of Toronto let alone hunted in the West) I took it out and hunted with it. I had never fired the gun before but carrying my late-father's old faithful hunting gun just felt right. And then I started shooting and, honestly, I have never hit birds the way I did on that trip. High shots, long crossing shots and my first double (on a pair of crossing Canada's). The damned thing just wanted to knock birds out of the sky, and knock birds down it did. I probably had the best days of shooting ever on that trip and the best days of the trip were with that gun. When my brother and I split up Dad's guns I knew that we both wanted that gun. But I had a rank-ordered list of guns I wanted and I knew that I wouldn't get all the ones that I wanted and, being more of a rifleman, I made a deal with my brother to give him first pick (Dad's laid out that we were to draw straws and the winner got first pick and the other guy got second and third, then alternate) And I would take Dad's safe and second and third, then we would draw straws for fourth pick (I won that draw...he near had a stroke!). I ended up getting the majority of the top choices on my list but that shotgun is one of the two top guns that he owned.
So, to sum it up, I'm not really married to the 21...just that 21. I could give a #### about Parkers, L.C. Smiths any of the American guns. But if I can't have that 21 (and unless I push my brother down the stairs, I can't have it) the closest I can get is a 21.