.I mean joining your department today." I must have turned redder than an apple.Not until I was shown where to set up my things did I really have a c...ance to stop and think. I had never had a female boss before. Hm shouldn't be a big deal. I'll just do my thing and everything will be normal. After I settled in, Ms. Mann called me in so we could talk about expectations and what my role would be. Maybe I spoke too soon about it not being a big deal. She was tough, real tough. Either I was. By Southern California standards, someone owning 100,000 rounds is considered “mentally unstable”.In Michigan, he’d be called “The last white guy still living in Detroit.”In Minnesota & Wisconsin, he’d be called “ALMOST ready for deer season”.In Arizona, he’d be called “An avid gun collector.”In Arkansas, he’d be called “A novice gun collector.”In Utah, he’d be called “Moderately well prepared,” but they’d probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of. . something to do that needs skill. First it was bouncing a hardwood dowel off a floating piece of board ... then I found the dynamite. Whee! So I studied on the computer. Ooo ... what I found was wet. Baggies ... ziplock baggies ... diatomaceous earth and aluminum cigar tubes ... I rolled my own.”“You know about explosives?”“I have tried,” she said. I gave a little shake. She stopped.“Listen ... I need you to humor me on this,” I said. “I’m going to close my eyes and listen ... but I can’t. It turned out he was going to teach the girl how to fish."We didn't bring any bait," said Mandy. "But when my uncle gets up from below, just have him go back down and spear something. He's a master baiter. He'll know what to catch and how to cut it up to use for bait."She stopped talking because both Rupert and the girl were laughing."What?" she asked."Your uncle is a master baiter?" giggled the girl.Mandy blinked and then got it. She flushed red."You know what I mean," she said."I know exactly.