Click here to download the catalog as a PDF file. To view this site you need Adobe Flash Player and your browser must allow javaScripts. Go here to get the latest Flash Player. PRESORTED FIRST-CLASS MAIL SAN DIEGO CA PERMIT NO 3013 U.S. POSTAGE PAID inside this issue: • “Added Value” Key To FMG Show Issues’ Success • SHOT Show Spectacular • No Time For Bull • Hunting Lives! • Wowing Readers Published by: FMG Publications 12345 World Trade Dr. San Diego, CA 92128 (800) 537-3006 • FAX (858) 605-0247 Email: info@fmgnews.com ® ® ® Printed on recycled paper Keeping It In The Family For Stephanie Martinez, it was just another busy Friday night workin’ at a pizza place in Denton, Texas. Nothing more threatening had occurred than a pizza-sauce spill or more exciting than a rogue slice of pepperoni skittering across the floor — until a gang of armed bandits stormed in screaming orders, making threats, announcing a robbery and being generally obnoxious. Then things got kinda “festive,” y’know? Stephanie was highly entertained and a teensy bit scared when a fellow employee faked out Robber Number One with a feint and then slugged him on the jaw so hard it not only knocked him out cold, but caused his wig, phony moustache and Elton John sunglasses disguise to fly off. Stephanie looked down at the unconscious bandit honcho, sucked in her breath as her eyes got saucer-wide and exclaimed something like, “Daddy? Is it YOU?” Yup, it was dear ol’ Dad. As the circling cuckoos cleared around his head, Daddy scrambled to his feet and led his gang in a headlong retreat back out the door. Denton police nabbed ’em soon after, with the help of a witness who followed their getaway truck from the scene. And, of course, there were more surprises in store for our sweet Stephanie: the other members of “The Not Wild Enough Bunch” included her mom and her husband. At that point, one might suggest little Stephanie was in on the conspiracy, but no. During questioning, her family declared Steph indeed knew her kinfolk were gonna pull some kinda heist somewhere that night, but had no idea her place of employment was the target. She was released, and the others hit the slammer. Well, somebody has to be home to feed the cats, right? Talkative Dead Guy When a police captain in Caledon, South Africa, was accused of stealing rubber floor mats and hubcaps from a car that had been badly damaged in a fatal accident, he had a quick and reasonable answer. Captain Dawid Jullies explained that the owner of the vehicle had given him permission to take those parts. A departmental hearing cleared Jullies and not only returned him to duty, but promoted him to acting commissioner of the Caledon station. Then a family member of the vehicle’s owner asked an embarrassing question: How could the vehicle’s owner have given permission when he was killed in the accident? Hmm. Wait, it gets even stupider. The obvious follow-up response was along the lines of “Before he died, he said, ‘Sure, take ’em.’” But the relative had yet another fact to embarrass officials with. The owner, George Morkel, had been decapitated in the accident. In most places, folks would simply assume that either a decapitated person could not speak, or, at least, is not able to give a coherent response to inquiries about bequests of auto accessories. Decapitated people have never been known to be very talkative. Local officials are said to be taking another look at the incident. Illustration by Nick Petrosino