I was sitt'n on a stump next to a kindred sole on his worn out porch in front of the house he built many years ago. He was explaining the history of the Kentucky Long rifle he was cleaning. As he regaled me with tail after tail of the old days. I asked him what he thought the difference was between the fellers who shot BP versus those who shot smokeless. "Leme tell ya young lad, [I'm 55.] A BP shooter gots at least two or more junk drawers in the Kitchen were a smokeless don't know the meaning of junk. A BP shooter will hang thar TP so as hangs away from the wall and a smokeless shooter hangs it next to the wall. If ya goes to a BP shooters BBQ ya gonna get yourself a rare steak and some fine seafood. Them thar smokeless folk eat hot dogs, toe fu. 'n spam burgers. Smokeless folk can't shoot a gun that aint got a scope on it." Then he handed me a canning jar of some of the soomest Kentucky sipp'n whiskey I ever tasted and said, "Them smokeless folk drinks lite beer and white wine. Like thar guns, what's the point?" Pondering the wisdom of his words I began to wonder what other differences the fine BP folks of the THR might be pondering.