Gun Show
I've really done it this time. I don't know how I'm going to eat or afford gasoline to get in to work for the next couple of weeks. Payday is a long way off and I spent my last two hundred dollars as a deposit on an assault rifle. I don't even know what it is, actually. When I saw it I knew I had to have it and I didn't bother to ask the gun dealer anything about the weapon. I forgot to ask what make or model it is. How irresponsible is that?
Senor 23 and I left early in the morning for Sacramento's State Fairgrounds. The drive took us about two hours and was uneventful. Neither one of us talked much during the trip as we were both out of whack from not getting enough sleep. Rather than talk we listened to music. I wondered what kinds of firearms would be available at the Gun Show. I had never been to one before. California's gun laws are some of the most draconian in all 50 States so I wasn't expecting much from the show.
After paying for parking at the fairgrounds entrance and finding our way to the buildings hosting the gun show Senor 23 and I stepped inside and I was amazed. Two huge multiple story buildings were crammed with people and weapons everywhere the eye could see. I felt like a kid in a candy store and I mumbled "whoa" to myself. People from every background and walk of life were here checking stuff out and making purchases. There were elderly couples, gangbangers, rednecks, cops, dirtbags, survivalist militia kooks, and plenty of your average Joe types. Security was being provided by Sacramento Sheriff deputies and many of them were chatting up gun dealers and asking questions about their offerings just like everyone else was doing. It all seemed relaxed and low key.
The first aisleway I went down I happened to spot some serious military hardware. That kinda shocked me. Behind a table with a blue cloth draped over it there was a couple wearing camo boonie hats. They weren't selling any handguns or rifles. Even from dozens of feet away I easily recognized both of the missile launchers they were selling thanks to my former job at TDS working on weapon systems. I stopped in front of their kiosk. To my left there was a Stinger shoulder fired anti-aircraft missile launcher, and to my right was a Dragon anti-tank weapon. Both launchers appeared to be in near perfect condition but neither one had a round installed or anywhere near them for that matter. Since I already knew what these weapons were I didn't inquire about that. They weren't marked with anything saying what they were for customers, either. But I was so surprised to see shit like this here I asked the woman behind the table, "Where in the HELL did you get these"? She coyly smiled at me and said, "Eight hundred cash or a thousand credit, each. We guarantee all the electronics are still working and fully functional. No ammo though. You have to get that on your own". She smiled again. Her partner sitting next to her never looked up at me and didn't say a word the whole time I was there. I couldn't believe this was on sale here especially with cops crawling all over the place. I shook my head and walked away. Insane.
Hours passed by without my noticing. I saw everything from flintlock black powder rifles to some of the most modern day assault weapons on the planet. There were ammo dealers, optics dealers, guys selling recent generation night vision goggles and scopes, vintage military firearms and antiques, and handguns galore. Then, almost by accident, I saw it. It was at a dealer's kiosk sitting on top of it's cardboard shipping box and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was beautiful. All black, and wicked looking. I asked if I could pick it up and feel the weight and see how the pistol grip fit in my hand. As I hoisted it up to my shoulder I felt comfortable. An evil grin cracked on my face. The asking price was $469.00 and even though I only had two hundred bucks left in my account to last me until my next payday, I decided I had to have this weapon. Financially, it was entirely stupid of me and I knew it, but I couldn't help myself. Since I didn't have the full amount on me nor could I get it anytime soon I asked the dealer if I could put down a deposit on it now and pick it up in a couple of weeks. "No problem" he said. "And, we can start the waiting period now so when you come in to pay the rest of the balance you can take it home with you same day". I was so excited about this that my hands were shaking slightly. Yeah!
Business was booming at the gun show. It was so busy in fact that I asked a few dealers if these shows are always so hectic. Most of them told me this show was unusually busy due to the new proposed federal firearms ban being pushed by Clinton. It woke alot of people up, they said, and people are trying to buy whatever they can before any new ban goes into effect. I had to admit it, in part that's why I was here. I wanted to do some investigation and consider buying some sort of firearm before I might not have the right to anymore. As it happens, thanks to a few stupid politicians they just helped create another new gun owner.
Senor 23 and I left early in the morning for Sacramento's State Fairgrounds. The drive took us about two hours and was uneventful. Neither one of us talked much during the trip as we were both out of whack from not getting enough sleep. Rather than talk we listened to music. I wondered what kinds of firearms would be available at the Gun Show. I had never been to one before. California's gun laws are some of the most draconian in all 50 States so I wasn't expecting much from the show.
After paying for parking at the fairgrounds entrance and finding our way to the buildings hosting the gun show Senor 23 and I stepped inside and I was amazed. Two huge multiple story buildings were crammed with people and weapons everywhere the eye could see. I felt like a kid in a candy store and I mumbled "whoa" to myself. People from every background and walk of life were here checking stuff out and making purchases. There were elderly couples, gangbangers, rednecks, cops, dirtbags, survivalist militia kooks, and plenty of your average Joe types. Security was being provided by Sacramento Sheriff deputies and many of them were chatting up gun dealers and asking questions about their offerings just like everyone else was doing. It all seemed relaxed and low key.
The first aisleway I went down I happened to spot some serious military hardware. That kinda shocked me. Behind a table with a blue cloth draped over it there was a couple wearing camo boonie hats. They weren't selling any handguns or rifles. Even from dozens of feet away I easily recognized both of the missile launchers they were selling thanks to my former job at TDS working on weapon systems. I stopped in front of their kiosk. To my left there was a Stinger shoulder fired anti-aircraft missile launcher, and to my right was a Dragon anti-tank weapon. Both launchers appeared to be in near perfect condition but neither one had a round installed or anywhere near them for that matter. Since I already knew what these weapons were I didn't inquire about that. They weren't marked with anything saying what they were for customers, either. But I was so surprised to see shit like this here I asked the woman behind the table, "Where in the HELL did you get these"? She coyly smiled at me and said, "Eight hundred cash or a thousand credit, each. We guarantee all the electronics are still working and fully functional. No ammo though. You have to get that on your own". She smiled again. Her partner sitting next to her never looked up at me and didn't say a word the whole time I was there. I couldn't believe this was on sale here especially with cops crawling all over the place. I shook my head and walked away. Insane.
Hours passed by without my noticing. I saw everything from flintlock black powder rifles to some of the most modern day assault weapons on the planet. There were ammo dealers, optics dealers, guys selling recent generation night vision goggles and scopes, vintage military firearms and antiques, and handguns galore. Then, almost by accident, I saw it. It was at a dealer's kiosk sitting on top of it's cardboard shipping box and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was beautiful. All black, and wicked looking. I asked if I could pick it up and feel the weight and see how the pistol grip fit in my hand. As I hoisted it up to my shoulder I felt comfortable. An evil grin cracked on my face. The asking price was $469.00 and even though I only had two hundred bucks left in my account to last me until my next payday, I decided I had to have this weapon. Financially, it was entirely stupid of me and I knew it, but I couldn't help myself. Since I didn't have the full amount on me nor could I get it anytime soon I asked the dealer if I could put down a deposit on it now and pick it up in a couple of weeks. "No problem" he said. "And, we can start the waiting period now so when you come in to pay the rest of the balance you can take it home with you same day". I was so excited about this that my hands were shaking slightly. Yeah!
Business was booming at the gun show. It was so busy in fact that I asked a few dealers if these shows are always so hectic. Most of them told me this show was unusually busy due to the new proposed federal firearms ban being pushed by Clinton. It woke alot of people up, they said, and people are trying to buy whatever they can before any new ban goes into effect. I had to admit it, in part that's why I was here. I wanted to do some investigation and consider buying some sort of firearm before I might not have the right to anymore. As it happens, thanks to a few stupid politicians they just helped create another new gun owner.
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