Savage .22 with the extra finger rest on the back of the trigger guard ...
my grandmother had a very similar little rifle leaned up behind the kitchen door on the farm near Tisdale, Saskatchewan.
We kids were forbidden from touching it without Granny's supervision.
She would, on occasion, shoot from the back door and knock down grouse from the birch trees across the yard. As a kid at the dinner table, I thought my grandfather was just being a courteous husband when, as he served portions of grouse, he would extol Granny's marksmanship, "all head shot, as usual!" Granny would scold him for talking about such things at the dinner table.
After a long time not visiting the farm I went back as a young man to find that those birch trees were 75 ft away from the back door! Excellent shooting considering open sights and a short barrel.