 As long as I got close enough, I figured, well, heck, it can't be any worse than hunting with a shotgun with a bead sight. And then I kept hunting and managed to get my mountain goat and got home and then took the stock off and had it restocked by the Weatherby guys. But I still have that original stock all taped up with the tape and the butter knife, and it's now in the museum for anybody that can –