Just a few more pics from the show that I thought I'd share:
How big are Matt G.'s hands?
Big enough to palm a full-sized Desert Eagle, that's how big.
That's how Matt can shoot those itty bitty KelTecs and Smith & Wesson snubbies so accurately. When he wraps those catcher's mitts around the grip, it's like a human Ransom Rest.
LeadChucker, Jr. with a .30 carbine. Ain't nothin' cuter than a little boy with a vintage military carbine, except for maybe a little girl at the yoke of a Ma Deuce.
Hi Point and Chiappa, two great names that go great together. Like peanut butter and jelly, or Laverne and Shirley… or suck and fail.
Let's say you're a hooker, and you've been wracking your brain for something special for the pimp in your life. You need the perfect birthday gift for Huggy Bear, something reeking of class and sophistication, yet something utilitarian. Something that he'll actually use. So what do you get him?
Why, a nice leopard-pattern Cobra 9mm, that's what, and it matches perfectly the seatcovers on his El Dorado!
The Magpul Wagon. As Tamara would say, it runs on a proprietary blend of testoterone and awsomesauce.
And next we see Jay G, getting his Wookie on:
Me and Ton Jones. Two fat guys with no discernible talent, one famous, the other… not so much. I must be doing something wrong.
The weapons Old NFO, Matt G. and I, um… left in the hotel room while we were cruising the exhibit hall. Yeah.
Met lots of bloggers at the show, so y'all check out the Blogroll O' Doom for the new guys, and as always, The Blogroll O' Doom is a reciprocal deal. If I'm on yours and you're not on mine, let me know and I'll fix it.