I like this place more and more every time I go. Something about the atmosphere in there really makes me laugh. I was in there at lunch today, drooling for no good reason, fondling the RIA .45 in the case ($419)... but there was this little guy in there who was cracking me up. He was buying a rifle, I believe a .300 Win Mag or .300 WBY mag, I'm not sure which, and was probing the salesman about its effective range. 2500 yards was what the guy quoted him. He had a calculator on the counter as he was filling out some paperwork, asking me 'how many feet in a mile, how many yards in a foot, etc. We came up with 2500 yards was 1.42 miles. I pointed out to him that at that range, he'd have to compensate for the curvature in the earth to make a clean shot. Then he asked the salesman - 'What's the next step up from the .300?' The reply was a Barrett .50 cal. 'How far?' '4000+ yards' was the response. 'How much?' He could have one in a couple of days for $8000 OTD. The salesman called around and couldn't find one without an 8+ week wait time, and the guy didn't seem interested in waiting. But it seemed to me and everyone else in earshot (including the uniformed Chamblee cop*) that the guy would have made the impulse buy right then and there had the weapon been available. The other salesman and I were just shaking our heads and laughing. Was he after those elusive N. Georgia super-squirrels, the ones that can be seen from 2+ miles and wore armor in the trees? *The cop was of Asian descent, and talked about the time he went, in uniform, to get his GFL. The clerk asked him for his naturalization paperwork, and the guy was just floored. He said 'I'm trusted to carry all day long at work...!' Ahh... there's 1000 stories in the Peachtree city.