Browning Sweet 16 pictured here in Winter of 66. My favorite uncle passed away that summer at 37 years old. I spent many hours with him chasing quail and he was my hero. Ironically we have another Sweet 16 in the box from my wife's favorite uncle who shot it 3 times before he passed away a month after getting it for Christmas in 1969. These are beautiful firearms owned by great men who we miss.