Aaaaaaaaah, Memories
On my 9th birthday, my dad bought me a used Marlin Mod. 60 (with the squirrel on the grip) and a Tasco 3-7x scope. That was in 1972. There wasn't anything I couldn't hit from the time I turned 13 and had finally grown into it, to the last time I seen that rifle. Man, we had fun with that .22. It made so many dead soda cans that I don't think Coca-Cola could count them all.
I ended up getting divorced in '98, I moved back to Utah, and the ex- stayed in PA, with everything except my clothes. That includes the Marlin. When my Dad died in '99, he thought I still had it, and I didn't let him think any different, because we talked about our shooting days of long ago while he lay on his death-bed.
I should be recieving it soon, I just bought another Marlin Mod. 60, and a 3-7x tasco scope. I know it's not the one my Dad got me, but it's as close as I can get, right now.
I've been devising a plan to get MINE back, but I don't know if it will work.
So for me, the Marlin Mod. 60 is my favorite rimfire, and not because of accuracy, handlability, 18 shot tube, or the squirrel on the grip, but because of love.