I am a devout . 22 fan, I must have shot up a couple of tons of rimfire ammo over the years.
When I was a boy, I remember poring over the Field & Stream mag and sundry gun magazines I was able to squeeze out of the guys at the gun store, still remember vividly the picture of the guy sitting on top of that huge stack of wooden blocks he shot with the Remington Nylon 66, boy I wanted one of those rifles so bad I could taste it.
I had to make do with my old Winchester Model 72, a tube magazine bolt action that would handle shorts, longs, long rifle, or any mix you happened to have in your pocket. I like the older rifles made of good old steel and walnut, my taste in handguns runs the same. Give me a big pasture with my son and a couple of . 22 rifles, a K22 holstered on the hip, and I am a happy camper.
Fun plinking: take a package of saltine crackers to the pond, and sit up high enough on the rim to eliminate ricochets. The crackers float and make excellent targets, no clean up needed and the fish love the fragments. Lots more fun than poking holes in paper.