Wrong Burgundy
Well-known member
I have attended waaaay too many industry tradeshows, and this is all 100% correct. Consumer shows are a different beast in a way; you know you have arrived when you walk through the doors and are greeted by sh*tty elk bugles ripping off in your face from the Bullz N Buckz Booth, and the fresh, slightly pre-diabetic aroma of funnel cakes hits your nose like an unexpected slap from an ex-girlfriend....ah, it is show time...#KUIULIFE.
Overall they are a soul-sucking gathering of great companies, OK companies and "how did you get a booth in here, Brayton?" companies hawking everything that will make a dollar under the bright, stark fluorescent lights of some convention hall somewhere. Hunt Expo is not really any different. Don't get me started on ATA in Louisville, KY....
But I will give SHOT show one small pass, as it is in Las Vegas, and the only thing good about SHOT show is leaving SHOT show and driving down Spring Mountain Road as fast as you can to hit up one of 100 great Asian restaurants scattered on it. It is like a time warp. It is you and the locals who really like to eat good food. It's like the Strip doesn't exist. And the further you drive away and find those out of the way spots, you get to leave the Strip and the armies of no-necked, pleated khaki pants wearing, logoed golf shirt industry hellspawn pushing and mooing their way to a PF Changs or a $75 ribeye at Wolfgang Pucks. But I digress...
The Hunting Show D-Bag is a scary, yet fascinating creature.....beware the HSDB.
Overall they are a soul-sucking gathering of great companies, OK companies and "how did you get a booth in here, Brayton?" companies hawking everything that will make a dollar under the bright, stark fluorescent lights of some convention hall somewhere. Hunt Expo is not really any different. Don't get me started on ATA in Louisville, KY....
But I will give SHOT show one small pass, as it is in Las Vegas, and the only thing good about SHOT show is leaving SHOT show and driving down Spring Mountain Road as fast as you can to hit up one of 100 great Asian restaurants scattered on it. It is like a time warp. It is you and the locals who really like to eat good food. It's like the Strip doesn't exist. And the further you drive away and find those out of the way spots, you get to leave the Strip and the armies of no-necked, pleated khaki pants wearing, logoed golf shirt industry hellspawn pushing and mooing their way to a PF Changs or a $75 ribeye at Wolfgang Pucks. But I digress...
The Hunting Show D-Bag is a scary, yet fascinating creature.....beware the HSDB.