I was out at the Trap range shooting one of my older guns, a Browning Auto 5 that was one of the last one’s made in 1914 before the Belgians had unwanted guests. A guy asked me about it so I gave him the spiel. He had an accent I didn’t recognize. Turns out he was from Serbia. His last comment was “Browning good gun, Gavrilo had one!”
That was weird.
Yes, that was weird. Indicative of something bad, like when you meet someone named Attila or Tamerlane.