A beautiful little rifle.
I remember the first Ruger 10-22 carbine I came across.
Home on leave from the 82nd Airborne at Fort Bragg, N.C., in the early 1970s, I took my father’s brand-new Ruger .22 rifle to my grandparents’ dairy farm in Tangipahoa Parish.
I was a little surprised my father had bought the rifle — he really wasn’t into guns like me. I guess he saw it, and the new and innovative 10-shot rotary magazine intrigued him.
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