while attending college, in a private dining club of which I was a member. I took a liking to them.

Come to think of it, I met my first shotgun in college there, too. A resident down the hall actually found one, in a swamp near the campus, unbeknownst to me. He always played his stereo on 10 late at night and I always came over to complain that I couldn't sleep. Well, one night the music blared as usual, I knocked on the door, and was greeted with the shotgun. I stuck my finger down the barrel and it got wedged in there. A lot of tugging, pulling and cursing followed. Ahhh, those college nights. I cannot believe I survived four years.