I just can't do it! I can't choose. It's like choosing Blonde over Brunette, Raven over Redhead. I love'em all, in their own way.
My "first" was a bolt action. She wasn't cheap & flashy. She was sweet and gentle, kinda slow, and she'll always hold a special place in my heart.
Then I found out she had an older cousin (that Mossberg girl) who rumor had it was "easy to pump". She was, and before long we were making noise all over the county.
But, it turns out she was kinda loose with her morals, and made too much noise when there were bucks nearby. She had to go.
I then became attracted to this long, lean baby who had curves in all the right places. She was born in '94, but looked like nobody had ever ridden her.
She held her sexiness in a refined manner, skin as smooth as oiled walnut, eyes that flashed like polished brass! She was a pure-bred racehorse! What a ride!
But, alas she was too high-maintenance, and needed a richer owner. So she left and took all my bullets and reloading press with her.
After a while, I got that itchy trigger finger feeling and went back to the local watering hole.
To my surprise there was a whole group of single gals hanging out, wearing tight black outfits and looking tough! And Man-Oh-Man are they ever fun to run around with!
They party night and day, rain or shine, and have no problem "Gettin' Dirty". It's more fun than I've had in years.
So, NO! ... I refuse to choose just one!