Not long ago, I saw the Mother of All Scope Cuts, or at least the aftermath of same. The facts, as I was able to unearth them, are these: An elderly gentleman, determined to qualify in a rifle event from the prone position, was whacked in the skull by his scope. Rather than admitting that he didn’t have enough eye relief, he shot three more times, and each time was clobbered anew. Finally, with blood now pouring from his forehead, he took the hint and stopped. It took six stitches to close the cut. I assume he did his shooting with a light-kicking rifle like the .243 because that’s what most people use for this event.