Strolling through the Bass Pro Shop tonight I was taken aback. Not shocked but befuddled. Right there on the aisle was a stack of boxes piled shoulder high. On each box in big letters was a phrase I had never seen before. I skidded to a halt and spun around to make sure my eyes were not fibbin. As I looked at Seachele I noticed that he had a smile on his face, too.
We went back and sure enough there was a stack of the miracle product for the new millenium.
"Jerky Master"
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