I can't tell anyone else what to do. But my son won't shoot my loads, and I won't shoot his.
Not a matter of trust, just a rule I drilled into him from early childhood.
Don't shoot someone else's reloads.
works for me.
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.