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S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 2 7 "T here's someone here in the lobby to see you." Dang! I have no time for this, I thought. "Who is it? Do they have an appointment?" I barked. I could hear the receptionist's muffled voice on the other end of the line as she asked, "What is your name, please? Do you have an appointment?" I couldn't hear the visitor's muted response. "Her name is . . . " but it didn't register. Didn't mean a darn thing to me. "No, she doesn't have an appointment. She says that Mr. McNabb suggested she drop by to see you." "Sorry," I said, rather curtly. "I'm on a deadline right now. Find out what they want and have them make an appointment." "Yes sir," the receptionist responded. And then, as though she had turned her head, she whispered discreetly into the phone, "She's very pretty." Hmmm . . . I thought. "Okay, give me a couple of minutes." As I said, I really didn't have time to see anyone. But our receptionist was quite the looker herself, and if she said this lady was pretty, it would be downright rude on my part to ignore her opinion. So I finished the paragraph I was working on, set the accompanying photos aside, and eased out of my office and into the lobby where I saw the most stunningly beautiful Michael Altizer a m b l i n g s R She wasn't the most beautiful shotgun in the world. But from the moment I saw her, I knew she must be mine. The author's A. Hill & Son 16-gauge boxlock with a pair of bobwhites at Georgia's Rio Piedra Plantation.