My Mom bought my Dad a 22 Browning pump for his birthday in 1948. A lot of our family members learned to shoot on that rifle. I have heard them called "Trombones". Ours has been shot so much that the end of the loading tube wore out, so Dad crimped an empty 22 casing in the end of the tube. It will still pick an empty shell case off a twig at 50 feet.
The rifle was willed to me as the oldest child and it was to continue to the oldest child in each successive generation. My oldest daughter married a fine man from Ireland and firearms restrictions there are even more retarded than Canada, so my younger daughter will keep it in the family. Neat little rifle. I killed hundreds of grouse with it from 9 years old up.
