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an interesting find

The most incredible and bizarre thing happened this past month...Bass Pro Shops opened in Cary.  Yes, you read that right. Gander Mountain opened in Morrissville last month, and now a Bass Pro Shops in Cary. I recognize that Cabala's is coming to Garner next year and this area is centrally located in the state, near the lakes, between the mountains and the ocean, so it's smack dab perfect for multiple sporting stores. But for those of you who don't live around here, Cary has often been called the Containment Area for Relocated Yankees. Before I proceed any further, I enjoy shopping and eating in the town of Cary and am impressed with the diversity in buildings, although like many people, I find the lack of store signs and directional signs most annoying and find it hard to get from place to place there without written directions. I also LOVE how wheelchair accessible its buildings are, which is a far cry from the town of Garner. When you think of a person from Cary, you think international or very well educated, a person who likes nice things...not someone who watches Duck Dynasty or enjoys the great outdoors outside of cycling. Their ice cream shops like Cold Stone Creamery sell yogurt.  It's just a very different place from Garner. So everyone in this part of the county laughs when they find out Cary has a Bass Pro Shops.

Due to all the inclement weather we've had, their grand opening and its sales have been spread out throughout this month. We actually drove out there Saturday, as I wanted to check out a filleting table they had in the advertisement.
I loved it, and it would be perfect (once I mount a clasp for holding a catfish on one end) except it was 12" too tall. And due to the sturdiness of the table and the way the legs were made, it doesn't elevate or lower. I asked the sales clerk if they had any that were lower, and he looked shocked, then said "No, but you could probably take a hacksaw and make it the height you want."  I'm sorry, Mr.Salesman, but I am NOT paying that kind of money for a product only to spend several hours sawing off its legs and hoping I got them even.

So we walked around and looked and found all kinds of cool stuff, debated on the table, and then decided no. Maybe if I actually have time to fish more this summer and get frustrated as I try to clean a fish we'll reconsider, but until then, I'll make do with my kitchen, the wire pliers, a bucket, and my huge cutting board that covers both sections of the sink. While it's not the ideal height either, it's still closer than this table!

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Jennifer said…
I still haven't been to the one in Cary, but hope to go soon. The only bad part is it will take the fun out of going to Charlotte or through Charlotte now.

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