Spent all day Saturday with my wife's stepdad, Dan, at the Tulsa gunshow. This gunshow is touted as the largest of its kind in the world. Judging from the 7 acres of dealers and private vendors, I'd have to agree. We were there from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. and still didn't see it all.
The guns ran the gamut from flintlock muskets, to wild west Winchesters and Colt pistols, to World War II weapons (Axis and Allies), to modern day firearms. For a military history buff like myself, it was like the Garden of Eden (with lots of Harley Davidson t-shirts and BO thrown in to boot).
Dan ended up buying a couple of shotguns for my older boys and a French MAS rifle. The French weapon was in really good shape. The vendor assured Dan that it had, in fact, never been fired and only dropped once.
My aspirations were much lower, my visit merely a fact-finding trip. I did come away with a "Deputy Sheriff, Oklahoma Territory" badge for my 8-year-old and a bag of Wasabi Peas for myself. The sites and experience was more than worth the $10 entrance fee.
My oldest son, upon hearing he is now the proud owner of a shotgun, has unleashed an unrelenting barrage of conversation with anyone nearby to listen of all the animals he plans to shoot with his new shotgun. He was online yesterday planning a hunting trip for next fall for us to go hunt pheasant.
I love that boy.