I used to be a nice a hell of a nice guy until last fall. I borrowed my favorite tack driving rifle to a guy who's handled guns his entire life. His rifles were in storage and he needed a rifle for the weekend. Mr. Friendly brought it to my door with the stock split from the forend to the trigger and chipped glass in the eyepiece. He said, "Thank you for letting me use your rifle". The rifle never shot again even with the stock repaired. $2,300 loss on my end. Nice guys do finish last. At least he said, Thank You.
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