My wife Sandy and I are attending the annual Shot Show in Las Vegas. It is the first time anyone from Dakotaline has attended. I’ve spent two days on the floor visiting exhibitors. I have not seen them all. It is huge. At its core are guns. However, there are lots of predator calling and sporting goods companies represented. There are times when the people moving through the halls seem like a swollen river. To cross these streams of people I rely on my “Frogger” video game skills from the early 80’s. Lot’s of lights in this town. Flashing lights, lasers, neon, and dim. Lots of folks dressed in in different get-ups. Nothing says “pigeon” to me like the guy in a red cowboy hat, huge beer belly, shorts, and black knee socks. You just know he’s going to drop a wad of money and can most likely afford it too. I don’t gamble unless it’s low stakes poker among friends. In that case the main goal is to insult one another. I’ve never been one to shove money in a machine programmed to beat me in the long run. To each his own they say. I do think the attraction in gambling is the anticipation. Of course any outdoorsman and particularly trappers understand the role anticipation plays in our passion. I’ll stick to trapping as my way of losing money. I’ll enjoy the beauty God has provided me with in the great outdoors. In the meantime, while stuck in Vegas, I’ll enjoy the beauty of the pretty girls. Sandy understands this. I think she looks at the guys as well. In fact I know she does. Mark
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 05:48:04 +0000
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