My fondest memories are of running CB Shorts through it, terrorizing tin cans, raccoons, squirrels and rabbits in my backyard. The CB Shorts reduced the sound signature to a level so as not to alarm the neighbors in the suburbs where I grew up. But they also didn’t have enough pop to cycle the action, effectively making the little 60 a single shot where I had to work the bolt by hand.
I have no idea how much velocity I was getting out of those little slugs but it wasn’t a lot. I could watch their trajectory as they arched toward targets at 50 yards. That little rifle taught me a lot about the basics of marksmanship and ignited a love for long guns that hasn’t diminished one whit over the years.