A Personal Overview Bass Pro Shops

When I first heard that there was a new store in Denver called Bass pro shops, I envisioned row after row of spin casting rods, freezers filled with nightcralwers, and boats. The kicker, ever since my dad showed me how to fly fish at the age of twelve I set down my bait for good to learn the artistic side of fishing. So my fears of being engulfed in row after row of poles and no flies insight was justifiably scary to my poor soul. Nonetheless I decided, as a nominally interested sportsman, to go check the place out.

Getting out from my car in front of the behemoth storefront I immedeatly second guessed my earlier suspicions. Now excited I walked inside, and down the walkway, passed clothes and canned food, was the White River fly shop at the other end. I would have ran but I needed to pass through a cue, but one through I walked briskly to the shop. It was the size of a cozy but complete fly shop, carrying all the best rods including Orvis, my personal favorite. I was even allowed to take a rod out back to their small pond to test out. Upon returning I noticed their array of accessories and reels, as well as a large fly collection. Now the place that I had been afraid of only days earlier was a godsend.

Finally through browsing the fly fishing section I returned into the rest of the store. Right away I noticed something I had missed earlier, a huge fish tank filled with a wide array of different fish. I looked around seeing some I had caught, like rainbow trout, and others I could only imagine catching. Above the tank were stuffed lynx and mountain lions, even a bear staring down at me from the rocks. I began to widen my smile even more, surprised at how great this place was.

Going upstairs I saw the large bait and spin casting section, although at this point I was no longer scared, and looked the other way at the hunting section. They have a huge selection of shotguns, rifles, and pistols, as well as bows, for hunting. Then, going further I walked into the fine gun room, a room with immaculately polished, beautiful shotguns and rifles. Unfortunately since I had had to scrounge money for the dollar menu at McDonalds I couldn't think about buying any.

Finally I went into the section that I had imagined would be the only one in the store. It actually got me excited and, remembering that I would be going to Lake Powell in the summer, I looked seriously at some of the poles and spinners. Yes, Bass Pro Shops had succeeded in seducing one of its critics, and I left that first time without even noticing their wonderful seafood restaurant. Before I walked out, I asked for an application to work there.