On Saturday night I attended the Republican National Convention Media Welcome Party. It's likely I was the only gun owner in the building, and definite that I was the only one who was familiar with field-dressing a deer. That is, until I leaned down to pick up a dropped business card and came face-to-foot with a pair of black leather cowboy boots. But it wasn't a Texas hunter in front of me. It was a rhinestone cowboy named Don King.