Some to add to the Rogues Gallery:

The Beef Jerky Guy: This guy weighs at least 400 pounds, and brings a couple of family members along for fun. His stand usually is set up on some staging within a booth-like enclosure. He sells jerky. Beef jerky, turkey jerky, deer jerky, whatever. Sometimes there are other foodstuffs for sale, but he sets up on the opposite end of the hall from the food concession area. The jerky is often excellent, but overpriced. He has a rather loud but not unpleasant voice, rather like Slim Pickins, and will talk for hours on end about his hobby of drying meat for fun and profit.

The Real Ammo Guy: This guy sells hundreds of cases of cheap imported ammo out of big plastic bins at cut rate prices. I love him.

The Fake Ammo Guy: This guy sells a few reloaded fireworks and mislabelled odd lots. I avoid him.

The Class Three Guy: Dark sunglasses, leather trenchcoats and black turtlenecks characterize the Class Three Guy. He sells nothing, but displays his wares in briefcases and other luggage of the espionage trade, and passes out business cards with a job title like "Dealer in Destructive Devices." He won't admit it, but he is cruising for action of the after-show kind.

The Feldwebel: This guy displays and sells a few relics and a lot of fakes from his favorite historical civilization, Nazi Germany. Honest Feldwebels will tell you it is a close reproduction. Dishonest Feldwebels will whisper, in hushed tones, that he doesn't have any provenance or certificate of authenticity, "cause it came in kinda on the gray market, you follow?" When the Feldwebel sells guns at all, he sells Yugo M-48 Mausers as "German designed rifles made on German tooling in Occupied Serbia," and bogus-Waffenamted M95s and other "occupation guns" and beatup Peruvian-surplus antique M88 Commission Rifles as "German secondary issue" . The Feldwebel is not to be confused with The Digger.

The Digger: This guy sells genuine rusty bits and pieces of relics, expended munitions and period trash he dug up from battlefields and pawnshops in Belgium and Russia, and sometimes the Pacific, at museum prices to confused fifteen year olds who love war but can't buy guns yet. If you visit the Digger's home, he often will have a concealed room in which "relics" of an entirely different sort may sometimes be found.

The Grinder: This guy actually sets up a belt sander right on his table, and "demonstrates" his method of "improving" original milsurp rifles before horrified crowds of gap-mouthed milsurpers. After the show, his vehicle may sometimes be found sitting on four flats with the word "Murderer!" scrawled on the hood.

The Librarian: He has books. Lots of them. On every obscure military and gun topic you can imagine. Problem is, he is asking three times what Amazon.com is asking for "Obscure SS Formations."

The Parts Guy: Actually, there are often two or more, they seem to travel in pairs. They have tens of thousands of pieces of guns, and if you are very lucky, they will have that set of replacement side grips for your Ortgies 7,65mm, the bayonet for your Chatelleraut Mosin, the cleaning rod for your 1888 Commission Rifle, and the original magazine for your M1934 Beretta 9mm short. But probably not. Instead you will buy a spare bolt for your Springfield 1903 and a repalcement buttplate for a sporting rifle you are restoring, which won't fit when you get it home. But no matter, it goes into the crate next to the pistol holsters which turned out not to fit and the stuff that came in the mail that wasn't exactly what you expected but too much of a bother to ship back.