I bought mine in Pennsylvania, coincidentally, the same day I met my wife. I had just bought it at the sporting goods store in New Kensington and was putting it in the trunk of my Rabbit when I saw my future spouse coming out of the drugstore next door, get into her jeep, and drive away. I decided then and there I was going to ask her out, and as luck would have it, I ran into her at the Holiday Inn bar that night. She looked just like Mrs. Robinson, and I looked like Dustin Hoffman. La forza del destino.

But that's another story. I got the Marlin (Model 783, iron sights, bolt action, .22 WMR, tube-fed, 12+1 rounds) because I was interested in getting into hunting, and that caliber is legal for wild turkey in Penn's Woods. As it turns out, I never got around to hunting, but I still shoot it occasionally for target practice. I figure it will keep me fed after the apocalypse, and it is marginal for a combat weapon up to about 100 yds. I always keep a couple of hundred rounds around for a rainy day.

Mine doesn't have a scope.