One summer a while ago, for some reason I decided to shoot prairie dogs with sort of a Grand Slam of firearms, except I forgot about muzzleloaders. (Mine are all "traditional," which wouldn't have made any difference.) If I recall correctly, these included:

The Colt Frontier .22 rimfire I inherited from my father.
A Ruger Blackhawk .45 Colt.
A Winchester Model 62A .22 rimfire.
My .45-70 trapdoor Springfield, also inherited from my father.
My 12-gauge Model 97 Winchester, purchased for $75 from my first wife's grandfather in the 1970s.

Out to 50 yards they all worked pretty well, but the handguns missed now and then, especially when shooting at heads. Obviously it was their fault, as everything else did fine. The most reliable, however, was the 97.


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