The first .22 rifle I spent any time with was my dad's Marlin 60 back in the 1970s. But it never found a place in my heart because I always had to share it with my brother whenever we'd go out into the fields to shoot. Having my own Marlin 60 would have been much better.
Later in life after I bought my first home I bought myself a new Marlin 39AS at age 29. My favorite times were riding out the driveway on my mountain bike with that Marlin slung on my back. I'd usually ride over to the abandoned sand quarry and go shoot cans or pests. No one said squat about me riding down the creek with that Marlin slung on my back. This was the mid 1990s and urban sprawl hadn't caught up to where I lived at the time.
Near the same time frame in the same house, I also had a Kawasaki KDX200 that I'd carry my Beretta Bobcat with me in my moto-tool-canteen belt. I'd ride for a while, and when I'd need a water break, I'd pull out that Beretta .22 and pop some targets of opportunity. At close range, of course.
I don't have any photos of my guns back then because taking cameras when shooting wasn't as ubiquitous as it is now. Smart phones changed that dramatically.
Here's a pic of my Marlin. I still have it.
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