Sort of like eightbore, I HAD my holy grail: a pre-war double-trigger 7 X 57 Oberndorf liberated from a German baron's residence by a Canadian sergeant on the Dutch-German border, brought home by the regimental chaplain who sold it to me. I never got to use it. Gunsmith buggered mounting scope; broke my heart, practically gave it away it to a recluse in the hills who needed it more than me. (Making do with another performer, a CZ Brno 7mm bought new in 1952 with a much higher standard of craftmanship than those that followed.)