Love my Sako vixen .222,

was my only rifle for years, during a time when meat hunting and culling Deer, goats, pigs, were one of the ways, I made a living, thousands of deer, goats, pigs, chamois have befallen to this little rifle, Dad bought two of them in late 60's when in NZFS (New Zealand forest service), culling and hut building, this one was his spare, I got given it about 1988, Had a bad fall in the Pohangani river, and smashed myself and rifle up, patched up the stock, and ordered a new Sako stock, and kept on hunting, rifle didn't shoot as well, with the new stock, so put the original back on, that was over 20 years ago,
It will still put's 5 shots, in a thumb nail sized group, 50-55 gr soft point don't much matter, the weaver K4 is original, glass is pretty poor compared to modern rifle, I've carried that rifle so much, that even now, twenty years since I was meat hunting/culling, I can pick that rifle up, and it feels like it is a part of me, an old Faithfull friend, one with many memory's, the bluing is badly worn from the barrel ,were I carry it reverse position over my shoulder, the checking is worn to nothing, on the left side from scuffing against my woollen bush shirt,
oh for a few more morning's with an old friend, steam rising from a tin mug, while putting wet socks, into wet boots, in the gray misty light of dawn, to stretch and rise to the first red stags moan, setting out for the dawn hunt, thumbing six down, in the little vixen.