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When I was 12 years old my idiot stepfather took me to a rifle range with a friend of his. The friend had a new Weatherby Mark V with a high-grade walnut stock. While the fellow was in the bathroom, stepfather set me up on the bench with the forend resting on the top of a steel ammunition box. I probably weighed 90 pounds at the time so when I torched off that first .300 Weatherby round the rifle and I both just about fell off the back of bench. That's when stepfather realized he should have padded the top of the ammunition box. I never did hear what the rifle's owner thought about those scratches and gouges, but I do know that he never invited us back to the range with him.