In the Beginning, there was no choke.

And the skies were black with ducks.

Then Pape and Kimble and Tonks and Greener (who sensed a business opportunity) said 'Let there be choke!'.

And there was choke.

There was great rejoicing all over the land and marshes and ducks fell like rain.

Then somebody stood back and asked...

"How the hell does this work?'.

And great befuddlement ensued, arguments started, patterns were analyzed, books were written, chins all across the land were pulled.

To no avail.

Then the great Jones descended from the heavens and with the aid of computers and probably a bottle of scotch or two, all was explained!

Sort of.

The End.



"The price of good shotgunnery is constant practice" - Fred Kimble