There was a time when going to a gun show was a great time, meeting new people, seeing all sorts of firearms, and having a great time. I remember it being fun, unique, filled with nice, friendly wholesome people.
I only go sporadically anymore…Once or twice a year…I see the exact same people, selling the exact same stuff, and possessing the exact same surly attitude. And each time I go, I ask myself, “Now why did I come to this?”
Maybe if I went to a different state…see what they have…
I usually get the ole feelings walking traders row at a rondy.