No, we like "2 gauge" - that's HOT! ; )
At least I can fairly claim that my daughter and I can handle a twelve! (Spelled out this time so I don’t omit any numbers.)
There’s a story in our family that my late mother-in-law, age 9, saw a chicken hawk, grabbed her uncle’s 10-gauge, and tried heroically to shoot—with the result that she recoiled herself into the manure pile and blew the roof off the outhouse with her uncle inside it. This would have been about 1920. True? I don’t know, but knowing my brave beautiful MIL I wouldn’t be surprised at all.