Since I got back into shooting sports as an adult -- I was primarily an archery kid for a long time, and got into shooting comparatively recently -- I've had a gaping hole in my life. A dark, cavernous, maw. A terrible lacking. A sense of incompleteness, putting my entire gunpowder-soaked life off balance.

I had no shotgun!

I started with a Glock 19. My grandfather passed away and left me a couple hundred dollars, and while a part of me wanted to, y'know, pay my...