No guns have ever passed through my hands without getting fired, usually a LOT. I can't imagine owning a gun and never firing it.
There's an old allegory about a violin for auction. As the auctioneer went through the items for sale he finally came to the violin and called for bids. Two or three in the audience did bid on it but only a very small amount. Over several long moments of waiting no other bids were made. Then before the auctioneer could call SOLD an elderly gentleman raised his hand and walked to the front. He picked up the dusty violin and began to play. For several minutes the audience was entranced by the beautiful and exquisite music coming from the man's rosined bow. Then abruptly, he put the instrument back down and went back to his seat. Silence still filled the room when a hand went up and shouted a high starting bid. It cascaded from there to very large bids.
The violin was still the same dusty relic from someone's attic, so what had changed? The only difference was the touch of that gifted master's hand.
A fine rifle built by a master builder isn't a relic, it's a treasure to be used.