I hate the Portland Gun Show. If you go solo in your rig, you pay 8 bucks parking before your even hit the door. Whip out the trusty BiMart card to get in the door under another ten bucks, and finally you are walking down those aisles, looking at the same Dealer faces, with the same guns you saw seven years ago, at prices that have no relation to anything approaching reality , let alone your "disposable income". Make a fair offer, and more often than not the Dealer is offended. And so, you zoom past the Beanie Babies tables, and the Varnished Wooden Models of B24's (don't get me wrong, I dearly LOVE B24's), and the myriad of AR15 accessory tables, and the nylon bags and bug-out supplies, and very honestly this show takes me less time (and twice the expense, including gas money) than the fine little and glorious Rickreall Show to examine. BUT: I keep going back. Because of the hidden gems I have garnered from there: Some of them even from the recalcitrant Dealers. I post this because I missed last week's Wes Knodel show. I conciously chose not to go. A rarity for me, despite my learned hatred of the show. I make no differentiation between the Wes Knodel shows or the Collector's West shows. They are Portland shows, to be equally hated, and equally attended. Show me what you found there that might make you keep going back (whether or not you hate going back). Eventually, I will show you why I keep pulling down my overalls and urinating on the electric fence.