Re: SHOT SHOW ROLL CALL
Not a good place for the Show. One needs to explore the casino for an hour just to find where the show is. Yesterday, I witnessed a 390 lb middle aged man just about smash some teenager to beat him to a Camelback decal that had just been put out on a table. Largeboy was decked out in full flektarn.
The number of strategically operational tactical operators has doubled since last year. Even companies that sell hide tanning equipment have a tactical sniper section of products.
The small corridor that releases the million people at the end of the day is like a comedy act. Last night, I followed a 60-ish man in full MarPat pulling his brochures in a woodland pattern dragbag. His "uniform" was adorned with jump wings and his nametape was simply "sniper." I did not want to ask but I think it might have been Steven Hunter, because I could not see a neck.
Somehow, 2 hours goes completely missing here but I come back to my senses as I depart one of two stretch limos in front of an establishment called "spearmint" something or another. As part of a large party of just regular guys that had returned from Afghanistan to Horno and simple normal everyday Army people from NC, I found myself only somewhat entertained by some average stories. The waitresses too were sort of neat. We all got together as we departed and made a pact to not let the "f" word overcome our language skills as this has become way to popular. We decided to start an effort to bring back son-of-a-bitch.
Although it might serve to wreck your budget if you have made this venture to Nevada, that Spearmint place is worth a visit. The waitresses outnumbered the patrons about 8 to one. I found all of them very socialable, but this morning most of the lads are complaining of sore nipples.
I will try to sort it all out over the weekend but it is mostly fragmented now, the good stuff I mean. I overstayed my welcome at the ARMS booth asking all sorts of questions about getting Larue mounts, and later Mark provided me with an autographed book that I am enjoying. Stop by and see his shorty .223 The USO Optics location rates an A++ as does their products I looked at and the team+crew building they have together for the long haul. Liked the Vortex guy and his stuff as well. Was shoo'ed away trying to get my picture taken in front of the Countersniper banner. Talked to a great gun builder from Indy named Brown about M40's and a MMA fighter named Brown about 40 oz's. We both love Lyrnrd Skynyrd. Marty at Badger has some great new ideas and you can say hi to GAP George if you don't mind waiting in line for about an hour. LOL. SH HQ was close by so I was able to talk to an old friend aka Lowlight and the RO team. TAB has one of everything you really can use and I look forward to the day when 2 particular products are in grunt language and familiar like canteen. Good on ya Tony. Finally shook hands with Skipper Kickbutt. In real life he is a very thin and well groomed young man with bright red hair. I have no idea where those stories come from. Had to lowcrawl through a mass of people to get to Surefire but it was worth it. I got to meet a warrior there before some old man simply appeared between us and presented us with a hip pocket class on using the SF flashlight to examine the patina on old guns at shows. I am still wondering if that really happened. From there, I stopped to purchase a drink and turning too quickly, ran into this huge guy waiting for the restrooms. Steven Segal again. Son of a bitch.