It's no trick, but it certainly is a treat to have received my current edition of Muzzleloader magazine today.

Haven't read it yet, but notice it is much broader than other editions. It includes everything from art (Artisan Show Opens up the Past) to linguistics (history and use of the Long S). Of course, there are the usual features as well, including a "how to" by TC Albert, shooting in a new barrel by Mr. Nesbitt, and a story by Fiddlesticks.

Promises no lack of entertainment between trick-or-treaters.

Sparks

For entertainment I let my 100# pit, Ozzy answer the door. The littlest kids love him, the older they are including the adults, the more likely they are to be frightened of him. He's a big ol' cuddly bear and loves little kids.

Last year one little girl, just able to walk, cried her eyes out when they had to leave. She was stuck to Ozzy like a tick the whole time they were here. She draped herself on him like a necklace. Getting her loose was like pulling an octopus off a wet rock.

Three Hawks

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including a "how to" by TC Albert, shooting in a new barrel by Mr. Nesbitt, and a story by Fiddlesticks.

Sparks, Who is this "Mr. Nesbitt?" Are you talking about my dad again? Shoot sharp, Mike

(Springing to attention and saluting)
Begging your pardon SIR! I meant to address you as MIKE. It'll NEVER happen again, SIR.
Sparks

sparks! We should always use good manners especially when refering to our Seniors,like Mr.and Sir they have earned it.To little of good manners being used these days.

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Begging your pardon SIR! I meant to address you as MIKE.

Thank you, Sparks, Sir! I really appreciate that, Sir! Yes, Sir, I've been there too, Sir! Bravo!! Shoot sharp's the word, Mike

Mike it is.
Sparks

Fiddlestick's piece ended up being a real "how to" for squirrel hunting in small woodlots. Nice read.
Sparks

Thankee, kind sir. I really appreciated Roaddog letting me include the story of how he came about his Nutcracker Squirrel Call.

Fiddlesticks

P. S. Glad you got all straightened out with Sir Mike . . .

I just got my magazine yesterday. Was too busy then, but I'm looking forward to reading Mike's article, as always.

Sometimes my wife even reads his articles.

Hey Scarhand, I don't recognize your name so let me offer my loudest "WELCOME!" to this campfire. And tell your wife that if she is going to read my stories more often, I'll try to clean them up a bit... Shoot sharp's the word, Mike

Thanks for the welcome. I appreciate it.

Though I guess I should be perfectly honest and let you know that Scarhand is intimdated by the keyboard (he hates to hunt and peck) and makes me type what he dictates for things like this. Of course I have a tendency to clean up his grammatical errors while I'm at it. I'm afraid its the writer in me. Just call me Mrs. Scarhand And I'll let him know you said hi when he gets home from work.

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I'm afraid its the writer in me.

And speak more about what you've written... Shoot sharp, Mike

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I'm afraid its the writer in me.

By the way, I think we're all afraid of the writers within us...

Mike, you wouldn't like my stuff any more than my husband does. I'm a romance writer.

Okay, ol' Scarhand just walked in and reminded me I did edit the local club's newsletter for a time. I've done that for my writing group too.

And once upon a time I wrote a series or articles about being a twin for a local mother's of twins club.

But I mostly just write romance with, as my ten-year-old nephew puts it, all that gross mushy stuff.

Mrs. Scarhand

just finished, cover to cover in one three hour marathon session. It was a real good 'un this timed, pot and a half of coffee's worth!!

Be happy with Mr, Mike; they call me "the old fart" around here.


Rich

Who do I bribe to get my mag that fast

Welcome Scarhand dynamic duo,

Glad you could join us. We are a merry band of and I quote Col. Boone here, " anachronism and a curiosity to the rest." I am still trying to figure out who to vote for... Martin Van Buren or Willian Henry Harison. 1836.

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Be happy with Mr, Mike; they call me "the old fart" around here.

Oh no, you mean we'd be competing for that title? Shoot sharp, Mike

Wal, Mrs. Scarhand, what an inspiration! You, see, I'm presently writing a mushy romance---hoping to appeal to the softy-side of Publisher Bill . . .

Of course, once it's submitted, and he's writhing on the ground over whether it's fittin' for the magazine, I'll be depending upon Miz Linda and Miz Diana to prod him along in the right direction, probably with sharp sticks.

Lovestory'sticks