That’s a nice rifle there I think your onto something about going back to the old rifles the thing I didn’t like about them was shooting them left handed and that nipple aimed at my forehead lol
You could also quit shooting wrong handed…
My Dad and one of his brothers were both left-handed. The maddest I ever saw my Dad was when I was probably 12-years-old or so ... in other words, a smart aleck know-it-all. I told the two of them that I heard everybody was born left-handed, but the smart ones changed. I honestly thought he was gonna beat my a$$, but he didn't!