Bertha didn't get her name by being dainty I can tell you that. We've chewed some pretty wicked conditions over the years, from ice and snow, to muck and mud, to bumps and thumps, to scratches and scrapes. I even lost her on the bottom of the slough for a half hour or so. She slipped from my fingers while I was reaching for a duck in chest high water and she planed out on me under water. Stripped to my underwear and went diving for her. Found her about 6 or seven feet out in front of where I was standing in a bit under 5 ft of water with a mud plugged barrel, weeds and moss in the trigger, and every nook and cranny full of crap. Took her apart, dunked the barrel until it was cleaned. Did the same with the action, put'er back together, and kept hunting. 'Course I did have to get dressed again sans underwear, but finished the hunt. Ah....memories!!