Oh, My Achin' Feet!

What is it about convention centers that require the floors to be paved in Soul-Sucking Stone? Add to that the GRBCC here in Houston is approximately the size of Manhattan, and the nearest parking is 3/4 mile away, and Genius Capitan here saw fit to wear topsiders instead of comfy sneakers equals some tender tootsies today.

So, went to the gun show yesterday, hoping to bring home a new toy. I had my mind set on two things, either a Steyr M40 or an exposed-hammer 12 gauge coach gun. Here's what I'm talking about, for you non-gun types.





Unfortunately, neither was to be had. Naturally, there were piles and piles of Tupperware guns, and lots of the hammerless shotguns, just not the models I was after.

The day wasn't a total loss. I got 300 rounds of assorted pistol ammo for next week's shooting range session up in Dallas, and my mandatory Sharp Pointy Thing I seem to acquire at every gun show.



Oh, well. Guess I'll just have to go to the next gun show. Damn the bad luck!