I have a funny (to me, anyway) story about that. When I was a kid Dad bought me my first deer rifle. The LOP was too long for me, so he carried it to our local 'smith to have it cut down for me. I shot it that way for about 4 years, then one day at the range the scope creased my eyebrow. We went back to the same gunsmith. He saw my shaved eyebrow and stitches, opened up his front center desk drawer and pulled out the exact same piece of stock he'd cut off 4 years earlier and held it up asking with a grin "Y'all looking for this?"
"I have no idea what WW-III will be fought with, but WW-IV will be fought with sticks and stones."