Dad bought me my first shotgun in 1963, it was a plain jane 870 Remington and the only time it ever jammed on me was with some old paper hull shells that had gotten damp and had swelled. Other than that one time, which was my fault for trying to shoot them, it never failed me. I once had three dead Pheasants in the air all at the same time! They had been pushed to me by other hunters in our party. I doubt that I could have done that with ANY other shotgun! Bob H.