Ruger 10-22 hands down.
No big boom, (don't need to wear hearing protection)
No big wham on my shoulder.
Just a nice pop smack as another .22 goes downrange.
In my younger days empty beer bottles were my favorite target.
We had a abandoned gravel pit for our shooting range. We'd drink the beer one day and shoot the bottles the next.
Smack, crack, tinkle, Smack crack, tinkle, Smack, crack, tinkle.
Two people, 20 bottles down range. Whoever could kill his 10 fastest/ with fewest misses won.
Could do it all day long and often did, often going through a brick every 2 weeks all summer long. Back then my eyes could do the iron sights. Now I use a scope, a very good 2 - 7 variable that used to be on my dad's deer rifle.
And that old ruger, she still pop's em off every time. Smack, Crack, Tinkle. Ahhhh another bottle gone. Or another rabbit or Squirrel in the bag.
