If push came to shove, I suppose my favorite Savage would be my M1899 Deluxe .250-3000, 2nd variation.
My favorite of all time isn't a Savage though. Don't laugh, but it's a Mossberg .22 autoloader. Christmas, 1965, was a bitter cold morning made exciting by the brand new .22 poking out from under the tree. It isn't so much the gun (even though it was a constant companion on my adolescent forays into the wilds)- yea, it is a veritable POS- but more so the family warmth and love of my Dad that it represents. It would be my "cold dead hands" gun.
