The venerable one. Small game's greatest fear.
This was my grandfather's .22, who gave it to my father, who gave it to me. And will be my son's one day. It's a 1935. That's what I've been told, but there's no way to know, since they didn't require serial numbers then and on this model, Winchester didn't provide any. No scope. No checkering. It will take .22 Short, Long, and LR. I call it the Venerable One because, even though the M11 is older, this thing has killed enough small game that it could be considered an endangerment to several species. Dad never did clean it too well, but it didn't slow this killer down at all. You probably can't see it, but the barrel is threaded for a silencer. I have the silencer too. It was grandfathered in, literally. It doesn't dampen .22LR too much, but with shorts all you hear is the bolt click and the bullet plop. That's it.