Saturday, November 8, 2008
The place was a madhouse. Shoulder-to-shoulder every step of the way, couldn't even breathe without bumping into someone. If I hadn't been on a mission to find some very specific deals, I probably would have walked out and not looked back within the first 15 minutes. It's a huge show, yes, and there's more to see than at any other show I've attended. The problem is that once you've seen half of it, it all seems to run together. You can only walk by 30 or so tables filled with the same assortment of rifles you're not interested in before your patience and interest starts to wane and your vision begins to blur.
I wound up finding a decent but not spectacular deal on a decent but not spectacular rifle. I also picked up a stripped lower receiver so I can build an AR15 from the ground up for Mrs. Curmudgeon. The company that makes this particular receiver, Rock River Arms, apparently has a good reputation and specializes in build-it-yourself kits.
I topped off the purchases with a few extra magazines and a new range bag (Mrs. Curmudgeon has been appalled by the old plastic toolbox I've been using in this capacity). I probably won't get around to taking the new rifle to the range this weekend, because I now have a list of honey-do's to perform in return for being given the latitude to take off on this "boys' night/day out" trip. But in the end I'm sure it'll all be worth it.
The oddest thing happened as I was on the way out the door with my new rifle... some guy got my attention and asked if it was for sale. I said "no, but there's a whole table full of them right over there", pointing as I did so. But as soon as the guy heard "no", he looked apprehensive and tried to disappear into the crowd. In retrospect, the only two things I can figure are: 1) he was a prohibited person who couldn't get one from a dealer, or 2) he was a law enforcement agent provocateur, attempting to snare me into a "straw purchase" sting. Either way, I'm glad I didn't have any intention of trying to sell the thing, even if I might have gotten more than I paid and gone back for another one. It was just too shady for comfort even if I had been looking to turn a fast buck.
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