If you haven't been, it's bleeping big. First time I went with a friend, we walked in the doors and a I looked around and thought "Holy shit, this is HUGE!" Filled with everything from guns to parts to ammo to knives to reloading stuff to camping/survival gear and antiques. This being before I had a cell phone, let alone one with a camera, I wasn't able to take a picture of something daughter would've loved: a vampire hunting kit from Louisiana.
I'd looked it over and mentioned how interested she would be and they guy said I could take pictures, but since the rules said no cameras I hadn't brought such. He did mention his buyers found one or two most years, almost always in Louisiana and mostly in the New Orleans area.
I've been numerous times since, and I can generally see most everything I might want to in one day now; for instance, the high-dollar Winchester and Ruger and so forth collector area could be skipped(pretty stuff, but way out of my price range). It's the place I got to handle an old Evans double rifle in .470 Nitro Express, which I'd have loved to have if I wouldn't have had so sell my house and truck to pay for it. Lots of military surplus, and hunting arms and on and on.
No new boomsticks from this trip, did find some stuff I could use. But by the time I got home, too tired for writing about it.
And that was my Saturday. Only thing keeping it from pretty close to perfect was that when I got home tired and hungry, my favorite Mexican place was too busy to get in without a long wait, so dinner was found elsewhere.
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