An older gentleman who I considered a grandfather had two .22 rifles on the wall of his garage, I always looked at them when we were there. One night out in the garage he told me to "grab that top rifle for me," I was 25 at the time 6' tall, he was 5'4" on a good day. Being the good kid I pretended to be, I quickly retrieved the rifle and started to hand it to him. He waved his hand and said "go put it in your car, it's yours now, you can have the other one later, but I still need it." It was a beautifully well taken care of 550-1 that I absolutely treasure. I know it's not a high dollar weapon, but because it was his, I'd never sell it.