When I started shooting seriously, the Colt .22's had just been discontinued, and good ones were scarce: all the new ones were snapped up by collectors, and those who owned & fancied them wouldn't let them go.
It wasn't until the mid-70's that I spotted a pretty nice 6" Huntsman, at the sporting goods store where I worked part time for spits 'n giggles. I picked it up at the 'used wholesale' price. Truth to tell, it didn't shoot a bit better than my Browning Medalist, or the two Ruger Mark I's I was using at the time. I had tweaked the triggers on the Rugers, and they just felt more solid and were more accurate than the Colt by far. As others have mentioned, the Colt was also finicky about ammo, where the Rugers just gulped everything down. And the Colt felt funny, being light in the barrel and not balanced as I was used to. I was doubly disappointed, since the Woodsman was the first handgun I'd ever fallen in love with, while drooling over the pictures in the Shooters Bible as a kid. I wanted to like it, but just couldn't. When I had the chance, I sold it for big bux to a collector, and used the money to purchase a brand new Hamden High Standard Supermatic. Night and day. The H-S got me two state championships, and I don't miss the Colt at all. The Medalist? Oh, on a weak day, I traded it for a dog that ran away, you know how that goes. What could I have been thinking? Ah, well, I still have the Rugers and the H-S, and don't miss the Colt at all.