I was a city kid. Near hippie, raised as a democrat. Family had strong union ideals. They did send me to college, but that only lasted a year since the school didn't offer what I really wanted. Poor choice of university, my own fault.

Decided to work my way through flying school, and my idology completely changed when I entered the workforce. Under the tutelage of a real hard working independent businessman I learned what America is really all about.

One of my first flight students was a trapshooter. First real gun I ever fired was a Ljutic. Hooked instantly, though I could only afford to shoot in very moderate quantities.

Naturally, the gun clubs exposed me to a world I didn't even know existed. Great experience, great people, and another great education. Better than any university culture to be sure.

SGJ

"The price of good shotgunnery is constant practice" - Fred Kimble