Yesterday I took a break and Husband and I went to a gun show in town. Husband enjoys gun shows and I enjoy being with him. Being from the South, he also grew up with guns and hunting. In his bachelor days, he stayed with a guy who had a gun shop in our small town. These days he is interested in black powder historical guns.
I am a firm believer in our Second Amendment right to bear arms. I realize that not every reader will have my same views on gun ownership: a responsible gun owner respects his weapon as well as himself and his community.
If you have never been to a gun show, you should go next time one is in your town. Regardless of which company puts on the show, they are all pretty much the same, with tables set up in a large building, usually a vacant Wal-Mart or something similar. The show that we went to on Saturday was a C & E Gun Show. Admission is usually under $10 and most of the big shows offer coupons on their sites or in the paper.
Expect the parking lot to be crowded and a line at the door. Generally, there are police cruisers and patrolmen standing around. This is to deter any deals from taking place in the parking lot rather than the venue. At the gun show on Saturday, there were a few politcal party tables in the lobby, encouraging visitors to vote for their candidate, the Libertarian. Also out in the lobby is usually a table with a box and forms to fill out to win a door prize, which is normally a .22 rifle or similar gun. I always fill out the forms for Husband and me but have never won.
As you enter the venue, you must get a hand stamp. Mine hasn’t washed off yet and the C & E is still visible. There are usually hundreds of tables in the building, each with guns, paraphenalia, hunting equipment, historical items, uniforms, patches, bags, repair items, books, etc. I always walk behind Husband, who likes to take a quick swing of the building and come back around for an in depth look. I think that is from his military and police days – we canvass the building first.
There are lots of women that come to gun shows, some alone and some with their male companion. There are a number of husband/wife vendor teams. Sometimes the ladies will have their own section of the tables where they offer jewelry or candles or other things of interest to women. Usually, someone is selling spices or BBQ rubs, jerky or baked goods.
Husband is drawn to all of the historical guns and paraphenalia. He loves the Kentucky rifles and black powder guns, and all of the miliaria that inevitably is available. I love the beauty of the wood and the craftsmanship that is so obvious in the old guns. We don’t have the expendable cash to buy some of these gorgeous old guns but we wish we could. Husband amazes me about how much he knows about guns and their history. I told him that we need to go on the road and become gun show gypsies when we retire. I laughed when he said, well, we only need to sell ONE gun to make a living (because they are so expensive!).
The best part of the shows is the comraderie between the patrons and the vendors. Everyone is very helpful and easy to talk to. There are no pretentious sorts at a gun show like this. Just listen to the conversations as you walk by as complete strangers relate how they had a gun like that once or the best way to handle that gun. There are no walls between young and old, ethinic groups or experience level. Everybody is there to “talk guns” and swap stories.
At one table, Husband and I were looking at some old guns and we were separated by about 10 feet. The vendor asked me if I was looking for something particular and I told him that my Husband was. Husband, who is always watching out for me, walked up and we asked some questions and admired the man’s collection. He told me that I had to buy Husband something before we left and I told him I was sure that I would. Wouldn’t I like to buy one of those guns on the table? Later on, we walked by his table again and he asked me if I had bought anything for Husband yet. I told him – Sure did – a knife! We laughed because of course the man wanted me to buy one of those $4,000 guns, not a $40 knife!
One lady had her black poodle with her and we stopped to talk about him. His name was Shadow, and she was looking for a breeding female. We have a male poodle, too, so she was out of luck. Shadow was very sweet, but of course, not near as sweet as our Tucker!
We saw a lot of young people and older men, perhaps recent veterans and veterans of wars long past. It is crowded at these gun shows but everyone makes way for Husband and his cane. Standing next to a complete stranger, it is really easy to strike up a conversation about what you are both looking at or to ask if they have seen something particular someone else that you might be looking for. Walking down the aisles holding onto Husband’s arm, I felt completely safe, even with thousands of weapons all around me.
We stayed for a while and the smell of hot dogs and french fries finally got to us. Carrying our one little purchase, we left and went to Nick’s, and Italian/Greek restaurant back towards our home. Husband enjoyed Veal Parmigiana and I had the Chicken. I can’t remember the name of the dish but it was marinated in white wine, sauteed, and served with spaghetti and sauce with olives. It was delicious! We also had some Greek Merlot that the owner recommended. Fantastic!
After leaving the restaurant, we went to the Wine Store and picked up a few things to try, including some exotic beers. Books-a-Million was next and then the grocery store to pick up a cake for my Monday class.
All in all, Saturday was a welcome break from writing, grading, and working. After it was all over with, we realized we had been on a “date,” and it was great to enjoy companionship with Husband, my best friend.