Well, a story of a good friend of mine is this, and it's 100% true. His father was a naturalised Canadian Brit who went over in 1944 and served. The story takes place in 1945 right near the end of the war. He and 3 other gents were scouting/clearing a small town (I believe 150 km north or north west of Berlin, don't quote me that's what his son said). They came upon a house and as they were approaching it, out comes this young German soldier, carrying 4 Mauser K-98k rifles. The kid freaked, dropped the rifles and ran for his life out the back of the house. The guys didn't bother chasing, and took the Mausers. When it was time to board the ship back home, my friend's father handed in his Enfield and hobbled onto the boat amidst the hussle and bustle. he had the barrel down one leg and the stock down the other, with the bolt disassembled in his pockets. He somehow hid it during the voyage, and did the same trick coming off the ramp. The rifle was not duffle cut at all and remains in 100% original condition, it is a "1944 dou", and I have had the honour of shooting it. A very neat story.