Nothing like getting the response "just because you own a precision rifle, doesn't mean you are a precision shooter."
The other quagmire was:
Gunsmith: "not me, it's the barrel."
Barrel maker: "not the barrel, it's the smith."
Gun was finally dismantled by me in the garage with a pipe wrench. Action is in the safe, stock and barrel are long gone. Should have just wiped my ass with $2000 and saved myself the constant headaches driving home from the range.
