I had a Jennings .22 pistol in the early 80s. It was a cheapo, but it worked fine. One of my jobs was as a bartender in a seedy place, and I had to close most nights. I carried the little Jennings in a nylon and velcro wallet in my back pocket. This was in Illinois, so there were at least a couple of felonies involved. I figured I would pitch the whole thing if I had to. I never had to, though, and the last I remember of that gun was shooting it in Minot ND when I was stationed there. I probably gave it to somebody. I wish I could say it was junk, but mine worked like a champ.

I had a Davis .22 derringer that was thrown in to make a trade work. I thought it was broken until I realized it had a 20 pound trigger pull. I gave it to a dog handler who was training his K9 to find guns.

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