Ahhhhh, the old Marlin .22 Rifle...
I've had mine since I was a kid. My wife and I went camping with my XO and his wife, and I decided to go squirrel hunting for the first time. There I was stomping around in the woods with my pajamas on, and picked one off the side of a tree at 50 yds. with open sights. I was extremely proud of myself pulling off a shot like that, and returned with squirrel in hand.
My XO was showing me how to skin it when my wife awakened and emerged from the tent. Let's say she was less than impressed with my marksmanship, and I caught holy hell for shooting an innocent squirrel. Man she was hot. I still have the picture though, squirrel in one hand, Marlin rifle in the other. With my pajamas on