My dad bought me a single shot Baikal 20 gauge when I was 14 around 40 years ago. He was a very skilled wing shot, me, not so much. He tuned up every fall with Wilson's snipe. We hunted those things every night with our springer spaniel, he would flush them, you would hear that weird noise and then try to shoot the damn things as they cartwheeled through the air. Took me 20 shots and several nights before I got my first one, and I know my Dad passed on a lot of shots to let me try to take them. I've still got that gun, and once in a while I take it out for grouse. When I first came to Northern Ontario it was the only shotgun I had, and it killed a lot of birds. No plastic parts on those old Baikals, everything was solid.



















































