Not so fast, back to wingmasters. When my grandfather lost his eye sight he gave my brother and I each a few guns. I lost rock, paper, scissors and my brother got the 870 wingmaster. I've stolen it a few times, but he always manages to get it back. A while ago, after bar hopping around coastal Maine, brother and I tried to sober up by walking around the 24hr L.L. Bean. They had a 870 wingmaster for a reasonable price on the used rack. I didn't grab it, but I've always regretted that.
Id love to have both an 1100 and 870 in the safe. I ended up with my grandad's sxs .410, old stevens. Love it, but damn if my ass still isn't chapped about the wingmaster.