^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The H&R Trapper, the first handgun I ever shot. My uncle brought it back from the South Pacific after WWII. He never told us how or where he got it, except that he got it "when he was in the Navy overseas". His Trapper was out of time and it spit lead badly, and was noisy as hell. Still, for a seven year old kid, it was fun to fool with.
As far as I know, my cousin still has that old thing lurking somewhere, along with a heckuva lot better guns of his own.
