I went into James Wood's barber shop in Kalispell to get a haircut this morning.
James said to the customer he's working on, I have something to show you.
He pulled up his shirt, and pulled out a new Sig Sauer he had just got. The customer then pulled up his shirt, showing a Glock. James asked me if I was packing, so I pulled my vest aside to show my Colt.
About that time another customer walked in, and was immediately informed he had to be armed to come in. Pulled up his shirt, another Colt.
Great place to get a haircut. One man, one chair shop, that runs on Indian time. If he happens to be there, he may open the door and you might get a haircut.
Two fat old dogs lazing under the window on a rug. One gets up occasionally to get a dog biscuit from a pile on a chair across the shop, goes back to the rug and takes his time eating it. Neither dog ever tries to snatch the biscuit from the other, they know there are more where that came from.
Old stuffed deer heads on the walls, perforated targets, clippings from gun magazines, hunting photos of local big game taken by friends, family, and himself. A table overflowing with old outdoor magazines, a "William Tell'd" pair of arrows leaning on the wall.
100% of staff and clientele armed, no one shot or killed.
This is my kind of barber shop.