Fresno’s Sportsman’s Warehouse

Having attended college and working in Fresno for a combined seven years, I alwyas heard the jokes about what a dump the city is. Is it hot in summer? Hell yes. Foggy and cold in winter? Absolutely. But it’s hardly the “armpit of America,”  contrary to the opinions of  bitter football announcers from Hawaii.

So we’re in agreement: Fresno isn’t Paris, but it’s not Hades either (though admittedly I’ve eaten bacon right off the sidewalk in August). When I visited friends in Fresno around New Years Day, I was pleasantly surprised to learn the city’s anglers and hunters had a Sportsman’s Warehouse right in North Fresno that’s been open for the last couple month. My friend and I – along with his grandson – checked out the store. Here are a few pics: