Hi. For those of you who aren't yet subscribing to the Single Shot Exchange I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Ms. Terri Riter. Actually that's my Nom de Plume as they say, since I occasionally make some "enlightening" observations on the fine hobby of gun collecting in my monthly column, "Notes from a Gun Collector's Wife." I chose the name Terri Riter to "protect the innocent," which in this case, is me.

For those of you who may be having a bad day, if you say the name quickly it turns into mystery writer. Good huh? Well, anyway, my husband is a collector and for the last few years or so I have shared some of the things I have observed with my readers. You know who you are. My husband complains that he lives in a fishbowl, his every move, fodder for my stories. Well, I could lie and say he's being delusional, but he's right. I get a lot of stories straight off the home front. So much material, so little time.

Anyway, join us here for a couple of laughs about antique gun collecting (or any kind of collecting, actually) the mania takes on the same characteristics no matter what they drag home to hang on the wall, put in a frame, or store in a hundred little boxes, just "in case" they need that little thing-a-ma-what's-it some day.

Just remember, I don't make it up, I just report it. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!