A Remington 722 in 222 when I was a teen, nothing special but man that thing could shoot. When I first got I was scoping out some distance cottonwood tree and spotted a squirrel sitting way out there.
I took a Hail Mary shot and was amazed when it fell from the tree.
I was hooked. It accounted for a few deer and after witnessing that a relative had to have it and traded me a like new Ruger super Blackhawk 44 mag for it.


"I was born in the log cabin I helped my grandfather build"