I stopped at the near-Nashville Bass Pro on my way back down from Michigan. They got a few bucks out of me.
I know the feeling... I sometimes go to Cabela's (a little over an hour from my home) and they usually trick me into reaching for my back pocket... there must be something in the air, like some kind of "fur-mone" that I can't readily detect... whatever it is, it generally overpowers any urge I may have had to buy new window treatments for the wife.
