I have gotten to shoot the K22 though. It's a 4 inch Combat Masterpiece. When I told my brother that his immediate reply was "It's a .22, what are you going to combat? Elves?" That's beside the point though.
I'll skip the part where I talk about the craftsmanship, the arcane pins and recesses that make whippersnappers and glock shooters fall asleep. I won't boast on the trigger or the balance. Instead, I'll skip to the exciting part.
At best, I'm an ok shot. And only on a good day. Until now I've never taken a great interest in shooting double action. Part of the reason for getting the K22 was to work on that particular character flaw. I put out some water filled gatorade bottles and went to work. I noticed an orange lid and gave it a shot. I couldn't tell what happened so I tried again, only to have it disappear in the dirt. Afterwards, as I was cleaning up, I found it again, behind a big dirt clod, 16 paces from where I'd been shooting.

I'm going to lay that on the gun. It's a keeper.
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