Looks like a lot of fun! A 10-22 might be even more so.
One shot I'll never forget was on a Thanksgiving afternoon, back in the late 1950's. We were at my grandparents farm. After the meal Granddad, Dad and Uncle went out to shoot some hand-thrown clays. I wandered out to where they were shooting and watched Granddad and Dad miss repeatedly as Uncle threw the birds. Uncle asked them to give him a minute and he went into the house and retrieved Granddad's old Remington M24, an iron-siighted, bottom -eject, take-down semi-auto .22 rifle on Browning's design.
Uncle loaded a round in the chamber and leaned the rifle up against a fence. He then threw another clay bird and grabbed the rifle. After Granddad and Dad had both missed, Uncle took a shot. The bird was now out quite a ways. Not sure of the distance but Granddad had three round grain bins and it was out by the last one. (Near as I can tell using Google Earth it was about 40 yards.) To everyone's amazement, Uncle's shot hit the bird.
A side note. We kids loved that rifle. I figured I would never live long enough to inherit it so my first big purchase after getting out of the service was a new Browning rifle of the same design. I've put untold thousands of rounds through it but couldn't duplicate Uncles shot on my best day (not that I ever tried). Granddad died at age 100. (He was born in 1911, an easy year to remember.) I'm glad I got my Browning back in '74 because I'd still be waiting on the Remington - Dad has it now,
