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| Cabela's of Reno |
I walk into the front doors wearing lululemon clothing from head to toe, carrying a Coach wristlet purse. The first thing I notice is that there is a firearm check as you walk in. This stops me in my tracks as I have never been in a store where you could check a gun before you shopped. Clearly I am out of my comfort zone and I begin to wonder if anyone has ever entered this store with a Coach purse before. I regain my composure and begin to make my way through the store. It is huge and there are dead animals mounted to anything that will hold still. Camouflage items hang from every rack and the store patrons are all decked out in flannel and Chucka boots.
I digress. My shopping list included a Coleman stove, a camping grate for grilling, skewers for s'mores, propane and mantles for the lantern, and some rope for our raft on the beach. I begin scanning the signs hanging around the store to try and figure out where to go. I find my way to the marine area and find someone to help me find a tow rope for the raft. I ask him which department I should go to to pick up a camping stove. He tells me to head for the elephant and make a left. Pardon? The elephant? Is there a zoo here? I start walking with my cart and encounter this:
Yes, that is a life-sized elephant, stuffed and mounted in a fenced area of the store that held all kinds of big game specimens. WTF!? I walk toward it and make a left. I find myself in the clothing area of the store where I encounter this little beauty.
A camouflage bikini. Not even the cool kind of camo, but a true hunter's camouflage bikini. Just in case you get hot when hunting ducks I guess. I make my way through the camouflage clothing area and come out in the meat grinding aisle. Apparently meat grinders come in many styles and sizes and there is a lot to choose from. I try the next aisle, only to find it is dedicated to jerky. Loads of dehydrators and accoutrements for preserving your kill for months to come. All I want to find is a stove and some skewers. I then looked around for a salesperson to help me since the elephant may have pointed me the wrong way. I can't see anyone and then I realize that the sales clerks are probably all wearing camouflage and have blended into the last department. Maybe if I stand still one of them will move and I can pounce and ask my questions!
This tactic works and I find an aisle that reminds me more of civilization and my local REI store. I pick up the camping stove and propane, but am remiss to find the skewers. I find the same clerk and he tells me to go the eland and make a right (I am not making this up. Apparently the animals are waypoint markers for navigating this store.)
I make it to the skewer aisle on my first try and I even spot a friendly face:
Bear Grylls. I know this guy! It seems that even poor Bear was too overwhelmed by the store to place more than one product in it. I get my telescoping s'more skewers and begin to head for the checkout area. I go the wrong way (damn stuffed animals are no help to me now!) and end up at an indoor shooting range. There are small children lined up with mock shotguns aiming at targets and firing away. What a fun family activity. If only Laney and Liam had been with me. It would have definitely been a "teachable moment." I head past the ammo section, walls of guns, and a rock wall full of mountain sheep. I half expect them to leap down and run through the store as I walk by the vignette.
I eventually found my way back to the front so I could pay, and made my way out of the store in one piece. I waved goodbye to my new stuffed friends and headed to the parking lot. Did you know that they even have a horse corral in the parking lot, a dumping station, and semi parking in case your regular car just isn't big enough to haul all of this hunting crap home? I loaded up my car with my goods and laughed all the way back to Tahoe. Life in Reno is a little grittier than I am used to and it took me a few hours to shake off my culture shock. Still, I think I will take the kids there on my way back down to Reno this Monday, if only for the photo opportunities. Just remember to hang a left at the eland and if you get to the rhino, you have gone too far.






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