It was my first handgun which I purchased (with my dad "signing for me") at age 17.
It had the 5 1/2" barrel, and I proceeded to buy a nice, black leather "fastdraw" holster. I can't tell you how many thousands of rounds I shot thru that pistol for the next few years.
My best friend had a 6 3/4"(?) barrel Single Six, and several times a week we'd leave school, stop by 7-11 and buy three boxes of "longs" cause they were cheap and had more pop than shorts.
We'd drive to the outskirts of town where the rice fields were laced with ditches and canals and plink till it was time for dinner.
We both got pretty good and could fastdraw and shoot an empty Coke can at 15 or 20 feet. I even practiced and practiced until I could copy the trick I saw in, I think, "The Magnificent Seven"(?) where with an unloaded gun I faced someone with their hands open at shoulder width. Before they could clap their hands I could draw and cock that old Single Six and put it between their palms.
Just a few years later I had to hock it to pay for engine work on my VW bus (of course, I didn't adjust the valves often enough and it sucked a #3 exhaust). The owner promised to give it back when I paid him in full, but eventually told me it had been stolen from his shop.
Wonder where it is today with all that holster wear and the grips marred by mosquito lotion.