.22 out of a bolt action, probably was his Remington scoremaster. While hiking with my Dzia-Dzia for squirrels. Cant remember if i shot beforehand or not, but i remember convincing him I saw a Squirrel up in a big tree. He didnt see it, and i rememer him asking me in his Polish accent..."Arrree you suure??" I said yes, and he let me take aim up in the tree and fire. I dont think i hit anything that time. I Remember the "crack" of that shot and the echo, i can still hear it today. That was over 30 years ago. Its funny that i remember the sound of it more than any other detail. I was probably 4 or 5 at the time. He had to help me stabilize the gun to take aim because i was too small to hold it on my own. As years passed my father and I learned a lot about firearm and hunting safety. Dzia-Dzai, umm, not so much. Rest in Peace Dzai-Dzai.