That's how I've always understood it to be, Gil. Jim is a master, plain and simple. I am planning a trip up to see him for the next rainy day that we can't pick peanuts or cotton. Got a couple things that need sorting out on some doubles. But, if possible, I want him to be there in the shop when I go. He's just the kind of craftsman that inspires your trust.
As I recall, it was Jim himself who restocked BoWhoop (buttstock only), but Phil, another gunsmith in his shop did the checkering. It's just a well run business.
That twinkle in my eye is faint evidence of the pounding in my chest as I shouldered Bo Whoop, just before it left Savannah for Julia's auction house. There really is something to "shaking the hand that shook the hand". The nostalgia and presence of Mistah Nash was thick in that office, that grey October day.

SRH