My old .22 is a Stevens 15B, made by Savage. Actually it's not mine, it's my older brother's, but I have it. I've asked him if he wanted it back but he says no.
We have bird feeders in the back yard with sunflower seeds in them. We don't mind some squirrels snacking as well but they had gotten too pushy and were chasing the birds off. I started out with my .177 air rifle but after just wounding a couple, I decided I needed something stronger. We have neighbors nearby so I wanted to keep it quiet so I decided to try out some CCI .22 Shorts = 29 gr bullet at 720fps.
I have a nice CZ452 repeater but accuracy of the Shorts in it was terrible. Through the old single shot however, it is minute-of-squirrel-brain at 40 feet. The scope on it is a Weaver 3-6X with 7/8" diameter tube.
I sent my brother an email asking him about the gun. When and where did it come from, how much did it cost, did you buy it or did Daddy, etc. "If only this old gun could talk," kind of stuff. Here is his reply (edited for brevity):
"Boy, you ask the hardest questions!"
"I have a distinct impression of buying it at the Western Auto store, that you may remember was on the southeast corner of Main and Second, but I couldn't guarantee that. I'm pretty sure I didn't pay anything more than $15-20, probably closer to $15. I do know that Dad allowed me to shoot the .410 on my own from a pretty early age - maybe 10 or 12 but he wouldn't let me have any rifle until I was at least 16. His reasoning was that an errant shot, even from a .22, could kill a cow or calf but I guess he figured I'd have some sense by the time I was 16."
"Cousin Joe had a really old single shot .22, that I recall couldn't handle long-rifles, just shorts and longs. You cocked the hammer, flipped back a block, inserted a round, snapped the block forward, and you were ready to fire; after you did, you had to flip the block back and (it seems) then gouge out the spent shell. Anyway, I thought I was in high cotton with a rifle that worked so much better, especially at ejecting a shell - that is until I found out they made single shots that you could just drop in a round and run the bolt forward, instead of having to place it directly into the barrel."
"I remember I used to meet up with Freddy F******. and some other buddies and we would spend a Friday night down on Walnut Creek shooting off into the dark - so much for good sense at 16! I remember at least once doing that down on F******'s place at the creek, just up stream from the Bourquin place when Dad was still renting it. I was so jealous of Freddy because he had an "automatic" (some brand with a plastic stock - "ooooo plastic!") and I only had a single shot."
"Another time we met up at a spot on the west side of Walnut right across from where W. Adams in Purcell runs into the creek. I understand that back in the old days there used be a crossing (bridge?) there but in 1960 the road deadended on both sides in what was then essentially country. I don't remember us shooting so much, because we were right across from Purcell (guess we did have some sense at 16)."
My brother is about 72, so he would have gotten the rifle around 1961-62, when I would have been about 4-5. It's the rifle I must have learned to shoot with, although I have no recollection of my first shooting experiences.
Interestingly, my older brother, my younger brother, and myself are all right handed but left eye dominant. So we all shoot long guns left handed but handguns right handed. I remember trying to shoot a rifle right handed for the first time later on, and being baffled how anyone could do it. The problem was that I had the gun to my right shoulder but was still trying to get my left eye behind the sight! Once I figured out what the problem was I could shoot right handed okay, but it just didn't feel natural so I went back to being a part-time lefty.