Picture courtesy of Alon Tkach a.k.a Real_Hunter.
| Accuracy | 9.2/10 |
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| Handling | 9.8/10 |
| Value for Money | 9.4/10 |
| Reviewer Rating | 9.5/10 |
| Overall Rating | 9.6/10 |
By garykerr on 4th Sep 2006
| Value for money | 5/10 |
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| Overall value | 5/10 |
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Inexpensive; easy to maintain; with one in the chamber, it'll hold 15 rounds; fast firing.
Large ammo capacity, fast firing, not very accurate.
My father selected a Remington Nylon 66 in 1963 or 1964 as his award for meeting a sales quota with American Greetings Cards. (I think his choices were along the lines of an electric adding machine, a fancy clock, or the Nylon 66.) He gave the rifle to me, and a few months later, I got a Weaver scope, which as I recall was made in my hometown of El Paso, for Christmas.
My grandfather had given me a VERY old single-shot child's Winchester .22 when I was five or six years old. He later took the old Winchester to a gunsmith who fit the old barrel to a new wooden stock, but the single-shot kiddy Winchester just wasn't up to the "needs" of a ten or eleven-year-old. I thought the Nylon 66 that I was now getting from my father, would be the end-all to end-all. It wasn't!
At first it was fun to fire away at the rabbits, coyotes, and prairie dogs that were on my grandfather's ranch, but I soon realized that after I'd gone through 15 rounds with the Nylon 66 that it was almost always the old standby, kiddy Winchester that brought down whatever it was I was shooting at.
There's something to be said for aiming, controlling your breath, concentrating, and then firing. The kiddy Winchester, though it had a very short stock, actually had a barrel that was longer than the Nylon 66. And with no scope (which I soon removed from the Nylon 66), the Winchester gave me an unobstructed view of what it was that I was trying to kill.
I never killed a coyote on the run at 200 yards with the Nylon 66 -- I did with the kiddy Winchester. I never shot a duck or mud hen with the Nylon 66 -- I not only did so with the kiddy Winchester, but I preferred the kiddy Winchester to a shotgun. I killed a lot of rabbits with the Nylon 66 but the rabbits were so shot up that the Mexican ranch hands couldn't eat them -- again, not so with the kiddy Winchester.
The kiddy Winchester died in battle. A Mexican ranch hand was attacked by a badger, and either after missing on his first and only shot, or perhaps not having the time to load and cock the little gun to begin with, the Mexican grabbed the gun by the barrel and pummeled the badger with the stock of the gun. The Mexican survived, but it was the end of the line for the little .22. I wasn't there, but this is the only instance I can think of when the Nylon 66 would have been the preferred weapon.
Not wanting to have guns in the house after I had children of my own, I gave the Nylon 66 back to my father in 1988. In 2006, he gave the gun to my nephew.

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