Today, like everyday, I called the gunsmith two or three times. As usual, he didn't answer, so I decided to go to his shop and leave a note on the door. He wasn't there, but as I sat in the truck writing the note, he showed up. I followed him in and told him I was there to get my shotgun. He walked into the back and then came back with the wrong gun. I told him that it wasn't my gun. He looked at me funny, and then asked me if I was the guy he had just talked to on the phone. I told him that I was not, and I put my receipt on the counter. He walked to the back and retrieved my gun, and said "no charge". I asked if it was fixed, and he replied with "did I call you?" "No" I said. "Then I didn't fix it." What a jerk! He holds my shotgun hostage for six months, refuses to return my calls, and he never even worked on my gun! Well, at least I got my gun back. That's one less thing to deal with as I prepare to make my move.