wabbit
Regular Member
while visiting the sin city, i discovered i had lucked out (or so i thought at the time) and managed to make it to town when a gun show was being advertised...so i hopped over to the sports center, paid my $16 bucks and entered.
lets see, there were several tables pushing vests; there were at least three tables with stinky scented items; there were at least eight tables with jewelry; there were four coin tables; at least six tables pushing cheap knives; one huge conglomerate of tables with gun bags; four tables pushing new and used scopes; there were maybe three pushing ammo - that could have been purchased on the outside market cheaper; and perhaps, just perhaps there were no less than eight pushing guns - old guns/rifles, used pistols, AR parts. oh yes, there was hawker selling a small pistol i had never heard of, which impressed me so i have already forgotten the name of it!
let's not forget the nevada leather table with the more than cranky gentleman who truly wished he could be any place but where he was! i stumbled upon his attitude after i asked a question wish i hadn't and then left him to this solitude sitting in the corner of his vending area.
nor shall we forget the nra's table manned by a group of good old boys sitting next to the NV gun coalition the other half of the good old boys.
old is the key word as it appeared most in attendance served with teddy and the rough riders and made me feel like a spring chicken.
now those hosting their tables sat or stood around chatting amongst themselves and got irritated when a passerby wanted to interrupt and ask a question!
the show was poorly attended (majority were vendors walking about ) with the majority walking about grumbling about the significant lack of guns, i seriously contemplated asking for my money back especially after spending cab fare to get there and knowing i had to spend more to back to civilization.
shame actually, as i was expecting better.
lets see, there were several tables pushing vests; there were at least three tables with stinky scented items; there were at least eight tables with jewelry; there were four coin tables; at least six tables pushing cheap knives; one huge conglomerate of tables with gun bags; four tables pushing new and used scopes; there were maybe three pushing ammo - that could have been purchased on the outside market cheaper; and perhaps, just perhaps there were no less than eight pushing guns - old guns/rifles, used pistols, AR parts. oh yes, there was hawker selling a small pistol i had never heard of, which impressed me so i have already forgotten the name of it!
let's not forget the nevada leather table with the more than cranky gentleman who truly wished he could be any place but where he was! i stumbled upon his attitude after i asked a question wish i hadn't and then left him to this solitude sitting in the corner of his vending area.
nor shall we forget the nra's table manned by a group of good old boys sitting next to the NV gun coalition the other half of the good old boys.
old is the key word as it appeared most in attendance served with teddy and the rough riders and made me feel like a spring chicken.
now those hosting their tables sat or stood around chatting amongst themselves and got irritated when a passerby wanted to interrupt and ask a question!
the show was poorly attended (majority were vendors walking about ) with the majority walking about grumbling about the significant lack of guns, i seriously contemplated asking for my money back especially after spending cab fare to get there and knowing i had to spend more to back to civilization.
shame actually, as i was expecting better.