My H&R Sportsman was my grandfathers. (It is the bottom one in the "top break photo".) It is the first handgun I ever fired, and fired, and fired !!!! My grandfather was a cracker jack hunter. He carried the H&R for stationary small game and "coup de grace" on larger game. He carried a well worn double shotgun that was choked IC/Mod. During deer season, he had a slug in the IC barrel. Deer were not common in our area in the early 60s when I hunted with him but he and I both bagged one on occasion. There is no telling how many rabbits and squirrels went on the table thanks to the Sportsman 22 revolver. My first cousin was a year younger than me and he hunted with us. He has the double gun.
One of my best and last memories of my grandfather was watching him walk toward the car along an old logging road in the National Forest near where we all grew up. The leaves had turned on the hardwoods and framed him. He was wearing a brown checked flannel shirt and a stained tan canvas coat with a rear rubberized game pocket. The tip of the holster of the H&R hung below the coat on his right. His grey felt fedora was cocked to the left and the double was in the crook of his elbow. He was 83. It was our last hunt together for the three of us although we didn't know it at the time. He went to the great hunting ground in the sky at 84.
I also have the fedora. I also have a 34, 63, and 18 Smiths. They're better guns but none are tied to my heart like the H&R.
A few years ago my first cousin and I went to Alaska fishing. Granddad was with us in spirit. He would have loved it.