The title may have been a little deceiving... you probably thought I was referring to my muscles as the gun show. Although my arms are sure toning up from all my Tough Mudder training, I actually went to a gun show at the state fairgrounds. Man, there were a lot of guns. There were also a lot of people that - based purely on looks - I didn't want anywhere near a loaded deadly weapon.
I'm on my way to becoming a first time gun owner. Last week, my dad told me he found a .22 rifle I would like. I usually use my dad's .22 when we have target practice at my grandma's, but I think I'm ready for my own. There are so many styles though, I need to decide what gun best represents me.