Ah, you're bringing back memories. The old man had a .22 Browning automatic. It was the one that loaded through a slot in the stock and ejected down, which I appreciated being lefthanded. We would pick up a few cans out of the side ditch by the house, (this was in the late 50s/early 60s when any trash went out the car window) and that was our target. The one I really remember was he had a Fox double barrel 20 guage that I had to struggle to hold up to shoot. Now that you have me thinking, I may have to start checking some auction sites.