You can take the kids out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the kids and this proves it...
The other day Shawn and I went to a gun show together. It was my first experience with so many fire arms, flannel, veterans, and beards in one place. To my surprise it was actually a great time due to my intrigue in this fringe of society, the abundance of people watching, bizarre items, and a couple of fellow firefighter friends who showed up to explore the exhibit with us.
There were guns everywhere.
Guns on tables, guns on shelves, guns in boxes, and guns in people's hands.
Need an assault rifle? There were dozens to choose from.
Hatchets, knives, and other various hand held weapons lined the tables. I didn't even know what most of these were for. The skinny fire-poker looking thing in the middle reminded me of an old whaling spear from the times of Moby Dick.
Then there were interesting historical pieces, like this "accident box". It was empty inside, but I still wanted it just to have. It didn't have a price tag so I didn't inquire, because exhibit people can be quite pushy. I was pressured to buy everything from beef jerky and coyote pelts to pistols and NRA memberships.
The best part were the unusual beliefs touted by the exhibitors and patrons. I am neither grossly left or right winged and take great amusement in the extremes of both sides. If you have been sheltered from the conservative extremist views you'll get a kick out of many of these stickers.
There were also a few classy t-shirts for sale there, even for women. Shawn joked that if I was having twins I should get the "This Pair Protected by Smith and Wesson" shirt. It would be the funniest maternity shirt ever, according to him. Then he added that if we were having twin boys that Smith and Wesson would be cute names. Oh lord...
At least there is never a boring day spent between Shawn and I. This proves it.