Forget the make and model, it was an old .22 revolver my uncle had. One time when we were out shooting it, the tip of the lifter (I'm sure that's not the right term for it, but I'm not a wheelgun guy) that moves the cylinder broke off, so if you wanted to shoot it, you had to rotate the cylinder by hand with every shot. Not sure if my uncle ever got that fixed, which is a shame, it was one fun little piece.
I have a mild interest in guns. Actually, I think the clinical term is "obsession," but that makes me sound like some kind of gun-nut. Which is fair, since I am.
Wastin' away my future children's inheritance one box of ammo, range fee, and bottle of Hoppe's #9 at a time.