I hadn't really intended going back to the gun show in Kalispell today, but decided to go troll a rifle through the place, to see if i could sell it.
When I arrived, there were several cop cars outside the arena.
As I approached the door, I saw a couple nice gentlemen in blue sitting a-top a draggy pants type, spread on the ground. In the back ground, the spread-ee's pregnant wife/girlfriend was saying, "He didn't take anything!"
However, by some strange magic, a stainless steel Kimber materialized from inside of his pants. And son of a gun, if he didn't seem to have misplaced the sales receipt. The owner of the gun was also rather insistent that he had not parted with the firearm intentionally.
The young fellow seemed to not understand that access to both hands were needed to formally cuff him, so an officer kindly explained it with a knee on the back of the neck to get his attention. Considering the guy was resisting, he was lucky that was all he got. He also had a crack pipe in his pocket, I don't know if he had drugs, but he had a big wad of money.
I'm sure he is not enjoying where he is at the time.
The show was slow today, not a lot of people, as there is just too much going on this weekend in this area. Dragon boat races, custom rod show, steam show, all kinds of stuff.
I was paid a compliment by Jerry Fisher, as he thought the rifle I had brought had been made by Dennis Olsen, so I guess my quality is getting up there.
There were some nice guns there, at pretty good prices, just not much money floating around. I did run into a couple board members and chatted with them for awhile.
BBQ tonight, and I am stuffed like a tick on a dog's ear.