Sorry, we just have not had any opportunity to buy surplus AK magazines in several years.
This is a perfect synopsis of the situation at Knob Creek. I concur on all points. I always carry my backpack, and I was lucky enough to throw in a bottle of water and some breakfast bars. I wasn't about to stand in those 2 hour lines for over-priced food or drink.All aboard the pain train to pound town... if you hate waits and crowds, you're going to have a real bad time. (10G's after action report)
So having a momentary lapse in judgement.. again.. I managed to grab cash and gas but not gym shoes (sandals) and got out 40 min later than I wanted, which might not have cost me as badly as I thought. Made halfway decent time right until the GPS started pinging about delays. It directed me to go a different way than Highway 31.. I think it was 44? I didn't go the way of the liquor store... but I was 1.5 miles away when I hit the snarl. I didn't keep track of time but I think it was an hour and a half by the time I got my ass into .. well it wasn't East Jesus.. it was the land before time under power lines. A lot of people weren't as lucky as I was.. I could not believe how many people were there. There were records set today, guaranteed.
I made it into the show proper at 10:45 or so. tooled around until noon then headed towards Apex's tent.. bought a nice C grade magazine to get the shirt. Cell reception was shit and in retrospect.... cell numbers might have been a good idea to share via PM. ah well. Met up with itsnodawayitustabe and wandered around the show ,window shopped the various MGs both transferable and dealer sample. Some ultra rare examples were there as well as some interesting displays.
It rains pretty much every single fucking year, and this was no exception. Fortunately it held off for most of the day, only one real good spring shower to hose everyone down and turn the air into soup. Flipflops were not a good choice for footwear and there was a patch of mud that grabbed my foot like it was fucking concrete and arrested my movement in such a way that it actually hurt a little. Nobody else was insane enough to wear sandals though so.. anyway.. rewinding a bit.
Pack a fucking lunch because you'll starve to death waiting in line for $3 hot dogs. I ended up not eating at all while I was there because by the time I was hungry, the lines were fucking insanely long and not moving at all. Not to worry though, one way to absolutely kill your appetite dead is to catch a whiff of the unholy aroma wafting out from one of the precious few Port-A-Potties that dot the landscape. Hope you have the ability to hold your shit, because even fast food restrooms are preferrable to that Hellscape.
There were deals to be had, but nothing super screaming that I saw. I might not have had the best awareness though since I wasn't in the best shape what with the whole not eating thing and all. Picked up a couple odds and ends, random stuff that looked cool. AK builder was there with barrels, flats and 80% bent/heat treated receivers along with some other bits. I ended up heading home around 3pm to avoid rush hour.. grabbed food on the way so I could.. you know.. survive the drive home. ugh.
If it was bad on a Friday, I can't even imagine what it's going to look like Saturday when people are off work. Holy shit.