And so it’s the 870 in a walk. I might fall down dead of shock.
From the very beginning our online editor, who is still young enough that the spark of romanticism has not yet been fully stamped out, dreamed that the Ithaca might win this whole thing. That would have been surprising, and wonderful. But, like so many things, it couldn’t be.
Instead, you have voted for the 870 fair and square (and shoved our online editor a bit farther down the knife’s edge of life).
Personally, if I were just out to kill another deer, I’d take the Savage 220. If I were out to rekindle my snuffed spark of romanticism, I’d probably take the Ithaca, too. But I have nothing against the 870, especially the older ones that I own. It was a predictable winner. Chalk, as usual. But it is, after all, an American icon. So, all hail.