I was told he had bought it but I don't know where or from whom. Knowing Ronny the way I did I'm sure he was in a hurry to get something done and it bit him...really badly. He was a stickler for customer service and I used to tell him all the time to slow down. Funny story, when I first met him and he found out I was a woodworker he showed me this really nasty scar on his lower arm. Very brazenly he asks me "you know where I got this"? Obviously I didn't and he told me in his younger years he was working at a saw mill and piece of wood shot back just as he was reaching across something and a piece about 2'x2' shot into his arm, didn't go through but he had to pull it out. His worst fear was not the surgery he went through but the stupid Tetanus shot. Boy he and I could tell some stories from way back. And what a craftsman, you could give him a fossilized turd and he could make a master piece out of it.