I'm a young buck, at 26, and I thought it might be fun to share a story about the gun that turned me onto shooting. I was 11 yrs old at our local outdoor range and my dad decided that it was time for me to put down (only temporarily) the .22 rifle I was firing, and "c'mon over and get behind the hog leg". Dad about jumped up & down when I blew the right leg off the "X" in the bullseye on my 1st shot, and from that point on, the Ruger was the one for me. My Dad passed away when I was 13, but that Ruger, the "Hogleg", has remained with me, and has brought me alot of joy.