The last time I saw Bob, he was in an exhibitor's display area at a SHOT Show, looking at a long, wide padded case for carrying several long guns. The case was about four feet long and about eighteen inches wide (zipped shut). What it looked like was too obvious to ignore.
"What's that?" I asked Bob, "a Bob Milek sleeping bag?"
Bob doubled over laughing. Then the Editor of one of the big magazines walked by.
"Did you hear what Ken just asked me?" Bob called-out to him, and repeated my question.
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One morning (at a SHOT Show again), Bob had just lowered his glass-lined paper sack from his mouth just as a good ol' redneck boy across the aisle remarked about the scope that he was looking through �
"That's a good clear scope, all right, but I don't like that rectal at all."
Bob had to take another swallow � the first one had just suddenly become an alcoholic mist in the aisle.
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