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03-02-04, 03:54 PM
Issue Date: March 08, 2004
Gung-ho for guns
SHOT Show packs ’em in with weapons of mass appeal
By Phillip Thompson
Times staff writer
LAS VEGAS — If you cover it in camouflage, they will come.
God knows there are enough people here. About 5 million conventioneers a year come to Sin City to sell something. Shoes. Home furnishings. The World Floor Covering Association expo expected to draw 41,000 people.
Don’t try to understand. This is Las Vegas. Just keep your head down and keep walking.
Through the door. Past the gorgeous women in tight black dresses beseeching you to sign a gun-law petition. Past the little old lady checking IDs.
Into the sweat-and-Cosmoline air, where some are hoping to close a deal, and everyone loves guns. There are guns everywhere, big and small, and bullets, too — bullets that could knock a rhino back to the Neolithic Age. It’s all here: a forest of large-caliber handguns, a glittering sea of combat knives that would make Rambo weep with shame, long-limbed models with coy smiles.
It’s Day One of the SHOT Show — The Shooting, Hunting and Outdoor Trade Show and Conference, Feb. 12-15 — the largest trade show of its kind in the world. More than 18,000 people are expected — 3,000 more than showed up for a big porn expo.
And SHOT Show is selective. Your average Joe can’t just walk in; the SHOT show is for “members of the trade” only, and, unless you have media credentials or you’re a “military professional” or “law-enforcement professional,” you better be able to produce a valid Federal Firearms License number. This place is Testosterone Central, and I’m buying a ticket on the A Train.
Ladies, if you want your man to understand your need to shop, bring him here. This is the one place where men want to shop.
Camo and cowboys
Over there is RealTree and its competitor Mossy Oak, makers of the finest camouflage since chameleon skin. No fancy pixel patterns or desert BDUs here. Just camouflage that makes you disappear like the alien in “Predator” whenever you get anywhere near foliage.
Don’t try to understand why deer hunters can buy better camouflage than Navy SEALs. It boggles the mind.
Or why you can stroll over to EOTech and buy the coolest optical sight since the Terminator’s .45, while the Army still issues iron sights for throwdowns in Fallujah. EOTech’s $250 red-dot reticle sight could make Ray Charles an expert on the range.
Over in the firearms section, Remington has a display that looks like an entire hotel floor, but with guns. A central hallway leads you past closed doors. And behind those doors, slick-haired corporate commandos in power suits and Rolexes hunch over spreadsheets and ledgers, making one deal after another.
Not everybody has the luxury suite. Some don’t have any crib.
Chris Lara is wearing out the soles of his shoes and his cell phone, working the floor to find buyers for his hot new gadget, the Pocket Pro (no, it’s not what you’re thinking), a tiny but powerful clip-on, hands-free light that soon will be available in Army and Air Force Exchange Service stores worldwide.
Another cool piece of gear that doesn’t come in your basic issue.
“It’s the Iraq guys that are buying the thing,” says Lara, a fireplug in a black turtleneck. “I’ve got sergeants major back from Iraq who are trying to get it. Ted Nugent even bought some.”
That’s right, the Motor City Madman, noted killer of large wild animals, stopped in on Lara at the show and snatched up several of the blue- and green-light versions (it also comes with white and red lights) for his gonzo hunting trips.
Also in firearms, you’ll find practically anything that launches a bullet: revolvers, automatic pistols, sniper rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers and cowboy six-shooters.
There are even cowboys.
Cimarron Arms circled its wagons around gunslinger Joey Dillon, fully decked out as a cowpoke, who put on a stunning display of gun twirling and wisecracking. I felt like grabbing a tin cup just to show him I can twirl, too. I’m your huckleberry.
But I’m distracted by the buzz coming from the lower 40 of this spread: metal on metal, the rip of Velcro, the clink of bullets.
The Sirens call, and I obey, stumbling past boot displays and deer rifles to the Military/Law Enforcement Section.
This is the inner sanctum.
Is this heaven?
It’s the Promised Land for operators, spooks, cops and “freelance combat specialists.”
CheyTac’s really, really long-range bolt-action sniper rifle, the Intervention Model 200, crouches on a pedestal. This .408-caliber beast — it weighs 27 pounds — can knock a gnat off a mosquito’s back at 2,500 yards — that’s more than a mile away, if you’re not good at math.
Army sniper Jason Gallahair — a “military professional” — is checking out the rifle and the semi-automatic version next to it, and likes what he sees. Snipers’ experiences in Afghanistan “showed a need for a semi,” he says. “You don’t want to get caught in a gunfight with a bolt gun. It’s not good.”
The bullets the rifles fire, also made by CheyTac, are works of art, tooled so cleanly that you almost hate to use them.
But for the “one shot, one huge hole” crowd, nothing touches the Leitner-Wise .499 rifle. It looks like an M4 but hits like a Mack truck. This thing doesn’t just sweep the streets, it repaves them. The video of a Coast Guard shooter blowing the outboard motor clean off a boat with two shots mesmerizes.
“We can stop a truck,” says Paul Leitner-Wise, company president. He means it.
Most grunts I know don’t have a weight problem — at least not body weight — but many do have a problem with the weight they carry. Marines in Iraq carried more weight on their backs than I am allowed to check at an airline ticket counter — at least without being charged extra.
But the whiz kids at Natec, tucked away in a small booth off the beaten path, are showing off what could be a true revolution in weapons-think. Instead of brass, their bullets are cased in what looks like plastic but is a durable polymer material that’s a lot lighter than brass. Sure, the pastel colors are unwarlike — how can you light up a truckload of bad guys with pink bullets? — but are you going to care when you’re putting rounds downrange? No way. Happiness is outgoing fire.
The Natec suits are telling everybody who’ll listen that they can cut the weight of small-arms ammo by up to 20 percent and the cost by about the same amount.
Lighter, cheaper ammo? Think about that on your next 20-mile hump.
Another point to ponder: Why do war fighters shell out thousands of dollars on combat knives, even though they’re issued a bayonet?
Case in point: Marines sometimes are issued a Ka-Bar, a blade more reliable than your own mother and nearly as effective at ending arguments. No matter. The company couldn’t keep up with demand when The Latest War started.
Back in December ’02, “all hell broke loose with orders for our tactical knives,” said Dick Hillegas, president of Ka-Bar Knives. “It happened so quickly; they wanted them so suddenly that we were pretty much sold out in February. By March, we were able to get new-production stock.”
Odds and ends
Las Vegas is no stranger to strangeness, and the SHOT Show is no different.
I mean, why Lou Ferrigno is wandering the aisles is a mystery. Ted Nugent, sure, but does The Hulk really need any of this hardware? And, he’s already green.
Across the room, a hunter from Georgia decided to back up his hunting claims by videotaping his trips, so he invented the “Hunt Cam,” a remote lens that shows the hunt from the hunter’s perspective — just like the squad of Colonial Marines who went on that fatal bug hunt in “Aliens.”
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Gung-ho for guns
SHOT Show packs ’em in with weapons of mass appeal
By Phillip Thompson
Times staff writer
LAS VEGAS — If you cover it in camouflage, they will come.
God knows there are enough people here. About 5 million conventioneers a year come to Sin City to sell something. Shoes. Home furnishings. The World Floor Covering Association expo expected to draw 41,000 people.
Don’t try to understand. This is Las Vegas. Just keep your head down and keep walking.
Through the door. Past the gorgeous women in tight black dresses beseeching you to sign a gun-law petition. Past the little old lady checking IDs.
Into the sweat-and-Cosmoline air, where some are hoping to close a deal, and everyone loves guns. There are guns everywhere, big and small, and bullets, too — bullets that could knock a rhino back to the Neolithic Age. It’s all here: a forest of large-caliber handguns, a glittering sea of combat knives that would make Rambo weep with shame, long-limbed models with coy smiles.
It’s Day One of the SHOT Show — The Shooting, Hunting and Outdoor Trade Show and Conference, Feb. 12-15 — the largest trade show of its kind in the world. More than 18,000 people are expected — 3,000 more than showed up for a big porn expo.
And SHOT Show is selective. Your average Joe can’t just walk in; the SHOT show is for “members of the trade” only, and, unless you have media credentials or you’re a “military professional” or “law-enforcement professional,” you better be able to produce a valid Federal Firearms License number. This place is Testosterone Central, and I’m buying a ticket on the A Train.
Ladies, if you want your man to understand your need to shop, bring him here. This is the one place where men want to shop.
Camo and cowboys
Over there is RealTree and its competitor Mossy Oak, makers of the finest camouflage since chameleon skin. No fancy pixel patterns or desert BDUs here. Just camouflage that makes you disappear like the alien in “Predator” whenever you get anywhere near foliage.
Don’t try to understand why deer hunters can buy better camouflage than Navy SEALs. It boggles the mind.
Or why you can stroll over to EOTech and buy the coolest optical sight since the Terminator’s .45, while the Army still issues iron sights for throwdowns in Fallujah. EOTech’s $250 red-dot reticle sight could make Ray Charles an expert on the range.
Over in the firearms section, Remington has a display that looks like an entire hotel floor, but with guns. A central hallway leads you past closed doors. And behind those doors, slick-haired corporate commandos in power suits and Rolexes hunch over spreadsheets and ledgers, making one deal after another.
Not everybody has the luxury suite. Some don’t have any crib.
Chris Lara is wearing out the soles of his shoes and his cell phone, working the floor to find buyers for his hot new gadget, the Pocket Pro (no, it’s not what you’re thinking), a tiny but powerful clip-on, hands-free light that soon will be available in Army and Air Force Exchange Service stores worldwide.
Another cool piece of gear that doesn’t come in your basic issue.
“It’s the Iraq guys that are buying the thing,” says Lara, a fireplug in a black turtleneck. “I’ve got sergeants major back from Iraq who are trying to get it. Ted Nugent even bought some.”
That’s right, the Motor City Madman, noted killer of large wild animals, stopped in on Lara at the show and snatched up several of the blue- and green-light versions (it also comes with white and red lights) for his gonzo hunting trips.
Also in firearms, you’ll find practically anything that launches a bullet: revolvers, automatic pistols, sniper rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers and cowboy six-shooters.
There are even cowboys.
Cimarron Arms circled its wagons around gunslinger Joey Dillon, fully decked out as a cowpoke, who put on a stunning display of gun twirling and wisecracking. I felt like grabbing a tin cup just to show him I can twirl, too. I’m your huckleberry.
But I’m distracted by the buzz coming from the lower 40 of this spread: metal on metal, the rip of Velcro, the clink of bullets.
The Sirens call, and I obey, stumbling past boot displays and deer rifles to the Military/Law Enforcement Section.
This is the inner sanctum.
Is this heaven?
It’s the Promised Land for operators, spooks, cops and “freelance combat specialists.”
CheyTac’s really, really long-range bolt-action sniper rifle, the Intervention Model 200, crouches on a pedestal. This .408-caliber beast — it weighs 27 pounds — can knock a gnat off a mosquito’s back at 2,500 yards — that’s more than a mile away, if you’re not good at math.
Army sniper Jason Gallahair — a “military professional” — is checking out the rifle and the semi-automatic version next to it, and likes what he sees. Snipers’ experiences in Afghanistan “showed a need for a semi,” he says. “You don’t want to get caught in a gunfight with a bolt gun. It’s not good.”
The bullets the rifles fire, also made by CheyTac, are works of art, tooled so cleanly that you almost hate to use them.
But for the “one shot, one huge hole” crowd, nothing touches the Leitner-Wise .499 rifle. It looks like an M4 but hits like a Mack truck. This thing doesn’t just sweep the streets, it repaves them. The video of a Coast Guard shooter blowing the outboard motor clean off a boat with two shots mesmerizes.
“We can stop a truck,” says Paul Leitner-Wise, company president. He means it.
Most grunts I know don’t have a weight problem — at least not body weight — but many do have a problem with the weight they carry. Marines in Iraq carried more weight on their backs than I am allowed to check at an airline ticket counter — at least without being charged extra.
But the whiz kids at Natec, tucked away in a small booth off the beaten path, are showing off what could be a true revolution in weapons-think. Instead of brass, their bullets are cased in what looks like plastic but is a durable polymer material that’s a lot lighter than brass. Sure, the pastel colors are unwarlike — how can you light up a truckload of bad guys with pink bullets? — but are you going to care when you’re putting rounds downrange? No way. Happiness is outgoing fire.
The Natec suits are telling everybody who’ll listen that they can cut the weight of small-arms ammo by up to 20 percent and the cost by about the same amount.
Lighter, cheaper ammo? Think about that on your next 20-mile hump.
Another point to ponder: Why do war fighters shell out thousands of dollars on combat knives, even though they’re issued a bayonet?
Case in point: Marines sometimes are issued a Ka-Bar, a blade more reliable than your own mother and nearly as effective at ending arguments. No matter. The company couldn’t keep up with demand when The Latest War started.
Back in December ’02, “all hell broke loose with orders for our tactical knives,” said Dick Hillegas, president of Ka-Bar Knives. “It happened so quickly; they wanted them so suddenly that we were pretty much sold out in February. By March, we were able to get new-production stock.”
Odds and ends
Las Vegas is no stranger to strangeness, and the SHOT Show is no different.
I mean, why Lou Ferrigno is wandering the aisles is a mystery. Ted Nugent, sure, but does The Hulk really need any of this hardware? And, he’s already green.
Across the room, a hunter from Georgia decided to back up his hunting claims by videotaping his trips, so he invented the “Hunt Cam,” a remote lens that shows the hunt from the hunter’s perspective — just like the squad of Colonial Marines who went on that fatal bug hunt in “Aliens.”
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