https://www.ktnv.com/news/coro...ns-in-las-vegas-2020

I would have to say that after looking at this list, I have to seriously wonder.

It was just announced NFR and Cowboy Christmas are coming to Arlington (between Dallas and Fort Worth).

Wasn't the NFR scheduled to be in Vegas just before the SCI show?

The NFR has been held in Vegas since 1985, and is always held in December, along with Cowboy Christmas and the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation Exhibition/ Christmas. Usually the first couple of weeks in December. I go every year. Cowboy Christmas and the RMEF Exhibition/Christmas are both free. According to an article in the Las Vegas Review Journal, the move is temporary and the NRF is coming back to Vegas in 2021. This temporary move, is in all likelihood, due to the Democratic Governor's restrictions on large gatherings over 50 people. So, to answer Larry's initial inquiry, I too, would have to seriously wonder as well. In my own personal opinion, I highly doubt that it's going to happen in Las Vegas at this stage of the game. I would hope that SCI has been seriously looking at and considering other alternatives.

I’d like to go, but right now, odds are against it with all the COVID stuff, IMO.

I know that a bunch of the guys I want to meet up with (exhibitors) who usually go are already not planning on being there....

And like the moving thru the convention circuit to other cities even less than Reno.

SCI may be in a bit of a pickle here.

As an aside, NFR will be held in the new Texas Ranger baseball stadium and not the larger Cowboys’ Stadium.

Sounds like DSC will be THE show this year.

https://m.lasvegassun.com/news...ovKeuhsSuatipatmHoto

Based upon this , the governor is limited gatherings to 50 people max. Unless that changes, no chance it will happen.

I wonder how long it’s going to take for the people of Nevada to decide they’ve had enough of Sisolak and his bullshit, and remove him from office? His Shut down orders are devastating Nevada.

I am stupid. The reason why the Cowboy stadium for NFR wasn’t considered is because it’s during football season. I’m sure reconfiguring from dirt to turf is not possible.

I did wonder about the new Dickie’s Arena in Fort Worth, but rodeo capacity is 9,500.

Sorry for hijacking again.

i don't meaqn this to end up in the pf but if demw win elections i can;t see the convention happening
they are enjoying their new powers over people to much and given the chance i'm quite sure they will extend their emergency powers for quite some time

I believe that Wild Sheep Foundation cancelled their show in 2021 in Reno.

https://www.wildsheepfoundation.org/convention



September 10, 2020

A message from WSF President & CEO, Gray N. Thornton

Nobody wants to see the Sheep Show canceled over a virus. Not me. Not our Board. Not our staff. Nor, do our members, exhibitors, sponsors, donors nor anyone we’ve spoken with that’s concerned about wild sheep conservation.

Likewise, no one wants to see the Sheep Show turned into a stripped-down, quarantined masked ball, patrolled by security armed with thermometers and no more than 50 people allowed in our banquet venue we normally fill with 2,000.

I think we can all agree that either scenario is just as distasteful as the other.

Please know, WSF and I respect everyone's health concerns. They’re important to me, our board, and the entire Wild Sheep Family.

So, what to do? What I can tell you is we’re not going the route of, “we'll just plan on having a convention in Reno until someone says we can’t.” We must move forward with a solid plan, and we have. Two plans, as a matter of fact.

Let’s start with Plan A – our Sheep Show - an in person gathering. If it looks like we can have "our" show in Reno, we will, and rest assured we are planning for it. But the caveat is "our" show, not one that looks like what I described earlier.

As you probably suspect, the likelihood of Plan A happening with what we know today is questionable. We can always hope, but simply hoping for the best is not good enough. We don’t do it on a sheep hunt…we make a plan, and a backup plan. It would irresponsible for WSF not to have a backup plan, and we are working on that, and have been for the last two months.

Sheep Week 2021 regardless if it is in person, or not, is going to be an all stakeholder's celebration of wild sheep. We know not everyone who cares about wild sheep and mountain hunting can always make it to Reno. So, we’ll bring it to you.

Sheep Week 2021 will be a place everyone can go, meet friends, make new ones, learn, plan their next adventures, and participate in a spectacle dedicated to one thing; our passion for wild sheep restoration, conservation, hunting, and standing guard over the wildlife and wildlands we care about.

Think about this new look as a spike camp. What do we do when we're not in base camp? We spike out. We set up a temporary waypoint to get closer to our goal. The only difference is we all have a number of goals to cover in one trip, and this allows us to cover them all.

Whether you're an exhibitor or a sponsor, a WSF Chapter or an Affiliate. A state, provincial, territorial, tribal or First Nation agency, a career wildlife professional, a WSF member or want to be, and everyone in between that counts on Sheep Week. We're building a best-in-class spike camp with all the trimmings, including chances to win and come away with incredible hunts, adventures, gear, sporting art and collectibles.

Now, I might be underplaying the amount of work we’re undertaking to build-out this new spike camp just a bit. There are a lot of new moving parts, and we’re going to need your help with some of them.

To that end, we’ll be reaching out in the near future with what Sheep Week and this new opportunity will look like, and keeping you updated as we run down this trail and climb up this mountain.

We will be together one way or the other for Sheep Week in January. Count on it!

Until then, stay safe, get out there, and enjoy your fall hunting with family and friends.

Thank you.



Gray N. Thornton

It is a complicated issue for all the organizations.. If an organization has event insurance that covers communicable disease outbreaks, they have to ensure their decision will fall within the limitations of the policy or risk not getting anything.. even then I expect they would have to sue the insurance company to get a settlement...

The American Association of Equine Practitioners Annual Conventions was scheduled for Mandalay Bay in early Dec. We usually have about 10,000 when we use Vegas as the venue. We were forced to cancel.

https://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/...ernational-las-vegas



Inside Safari Club International: the world's largest hunting convention

By Nick Foulkes
13 September 2020

Welcome to the surreal world of Stetsons, firearms and extreme taxidermy at Safari Club International. GQ hits Las Vegas on the trail of the world’s biggest big-game hunting convention – and challenges British perceptions of American ‘gun culture’

Maybe it was the giraffe without a torso, just its neck and tiny head left lying on the floor, its features set, seemingly unaware of the absence of body or legs, into a seraphic smile. Then again, it might have been the promotional video loop for a safari company that showed a party of hunters in some nameless expanse of African bush shooting at (but missing) a leopard, which – understandably irritated at having its afternoon disturbed – charged at its assailants and succeeded in clamping its jaws around the trousers of one of the hunting party. At this range, even they could not miss, and the leopard was no more.

But in the end, even this counterintuitive way of selling a hunting holiday (“Buy a rifle, travel to Africa... and get savaged by an extremely pissed-off big cat”) paled into a wan shadow of mundanity when compared to the most extreme taxidermy diorama it has ever been my pleasure to gaze upon. It was as if Jeff Koons, Ernest Hemingway and David LaChapelle had co-curated a natural-history exhibition, a sort of heightened realism that sees nature in terms of a nonstop action movie, depicting a bear standing triumphant over the prostrate corpse of a large walrus, being circled by wolves while an eagle perches on a nearby branch, the mise en scène artfully supplied by a photograph of a quasi-artistic, quasi-arctic seascape at sunset and a good supply of carefully arranged shingle and driftwood. Somebody had clearly spent a great deal of time and effort in getting hold of a walrus, a bear, a few wolves and an eagle to recreate this scene of everyday life on the Alaskan littoral. Had they been handing out awards for best in show, then this would have been a strong contender for the top prize – the show in question being the Safari Club International (SCI), the annual big-game hunting convention in Las Vegas.


SCI are three letters that encompass an entire way of life, a whole commercial and cultural ecosystem built around a single product: the gun and the outdoor life that comes with it. And, each February, this world comes to life at the annual convention, sprawling over 100,000 sq m of exhibition space at the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Resort on the airport end of the Las Vegas Strip, attracting tens of thousands of visitors and exhibitors from all over the world.

The feel is part major sporting event, a cup final (albeit without the cup); part trade show; part giant bazaar; and part school reunion. There is that collective sense of emotion that comes when tens of thousands of human beings who share a passion (whether for a music festival, a football match, or, in this case, the outdoor life) come together. You can sense it. The air crackles with it. It is hard to resist. After a while, this becomes your reality and instead it is the world beyond this heterogeneous marketplace for guns, knives, scopes, safaris, shooting trips, Stetsons, scrimshaw, saddles, fur coats, furniture, taxidermy and curios of all kinds that seems strange.

This Glastonbury of the gun had rather small beginnings. Back in April 1971, 47 like-minded individuals formed the Safari Club of Los Angeles. In March the following year, it united with the Safari Club of Chicago, changed its name to Safari Club International, one thing led to another and eventually it ended up taking over the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Resort.

As to what the poor boy from Shepherd’s Bush was doing here in his natty tweed suits and dainty shoes – well, I was researching my book about Beretta, the 500-year-old firearms dynasty and the world’s oldest industrial concern still in the hands of its founding family. In America, it is a brand that inspires the same sort of loyalty that you usually find in serial Hermès handbag-owning women.


It was the day before the opening of the convention and the main exhibition space sprawled beneath me as I surveyed the fevered preparation from the upper storey of the Beretta booth.

I got the sense of looking out over a giant nomadic city with temporary structures almost as far as the eye could see, ranging from the citadel-meets-safari-lodge solidity of the Beretta stand, to the simple table with a few laminated photo albums and photocopied order forms that characterised the more humble operations, which offered the chance to go and shoot some recondite mountain goat in some obscure part of Eastern Europe, or some antlered animal in remotest New Zealand.

THE SADDLER LEFT HIS PLIERS AND REVOLVER ON THE TABLE. HE HAD NO ANXIETY – THERE WAS MORE CHANCE OF HIS PLIERS GOING MISSING THAN HIS GUN

I was ensconced in a leather armchair, sitting with Franco Beretta in an area walled by rack after rack of engraved SO10 shotguns (the Ferrari of firearms), and yet it was as if this small arsenal (worth, at a conservative estimate, £3.3 million) was just wallpaper. And that was just a small section of one booth.

All across the giant room, and on another floor above, firearms were left... well, lying about, and they might as well have been sanitary fittings or bathroom taps at a trade show for all the interest that was being paid to them, as stand constructors and forklift operators, cleaners and carpenters, truck drivers and electricians went about their business.

One image summed it up for me. I walked around and was drawn to the stand of a saddler specialising in the sort of heavily tooled and decorated leatherwork that you could never mistake for Hermès. He had clearly just popped out for a cigarette or to obey the call of nature, but you could tell he was coming back as he had left his pliers, his crocodile-skin holster and his revolver (with matching crocodile-covered butt, of course) lying on the table. He clearly had no anxiety about it not being there when he got back – after all, there were guns everywhere, so why should he worry that someone would nick his? There was probably more chance of his pliers going missing as the work to erect the stands intensified.

In many ways, the guns were the least remarkable objects on display, there were so many other claims on one’s attention. I was hypnotised by a dining table featuring a relief woodcarving depicting mass migration of wildebeest, and everywhere I turned there was a piece of extreme taxidermy. Stuffed lions were two a penny – well, not quite a penny, but you get my drift. And why on earth should you settle for an elephant’s foot umbrella stand when at the SCI there was an entire stuffed elephant to look at? As the taupe blouson draped over one of its tusks demonstrated, it made the perfect coatstand. There were any number of giraffes (if 5 Hertford Street ever runs out of them, they can come and resupply here). A synthetic rockery crawling with mountain lions bore the signage of Prairie Mountain Wildlife Studios: company mission statement “Designing & Building World Class Trophy Rooms” (and yes, people really do have these things put in their houses). Coming a close second to the bear and walrus combo, there was a cape buffalo being brought down by a pair of lions. In fact, pretty much anything with fur or feathers that could be shot had been shot, stuffed and put on display.

My experience of trade shows has, on the whole, been a less Laurens van der Post or Wilbur Smith business of attending the annual Basel and Geneva watch fairs. But rewind a couple of years or so to February 2013, and I was having dinner in the West End of London with Franco Beretta. I tend to forget that Franco is a large-scale manufacturer of firearms. He is such a nice bloke and so easygoing that it is easy for the million or so guns that his eponymous company makes
each year to slip the mind. But, technically speaking, I suppose you would call him an armaments baron, if only for supplying the likes of James Bond with his handgun and that band of brothers known as the United States Army with theirs. However, it is making sporting shotguns and rifles that is the core of Beretta’s activity and, over dinner, Franco asked if I would be interested in writing a book about his family’s firm.


I have shot (or perhaps, more accurately, missed) clay targets for a number of years. I came to game shooting rather late in life, and have found to my surprise that I rather like it. Moreover, as I have written one or two history books, I found it rather appealing that Beretta can trace its roots back to at least 1526, since when it has remained in the hands of the founding family. A fine old northern Italian firm from Gardone, a town in the Italian pre-Alps indissolubly associated with the manufacture of firearms, Beretta had once supplied the Venetian republic with arquebus barrels to fight off the invading forces of the Ottoman emperor. I fondly imagined myself spending many happy days in the company’s archives and museum, interspersed with the occasional trip to Venice to consult some highly important documents (among which I would count the menu at Harry’s Bar).

Somehow I did not envisage my research taking me to the check-in queue of the Mandalay Bay Hotel on a February afternoon after a lengthy flight from London. But as well as being Italian, Beretta is also a big American company. When Beretta won the tender to supply the United States Army with its sidearm back in the Eighties, there was some bitching from the losers. It is not as if the US does not have some perfectly good gunmakers of its own: Colt, Winchester and Browning among them, so to lose out to an Italian firm was, to say the least, embarrassing. But, in addition to making the better gun, Beretta also had a manufacturing facility in Maryland, so even if the name on the gun was not American, the workers who made them would be.


I do not really get Las Vegas. I really wish that most of what happened in Vegas really did actually stay there. But instead this neon city in the desert is celebrated and mythologised in literature (granted, Fear And Loathing is not Turgenev, but it is amusing and required reading in one’s late teens). And maybe it is the proximity to Los Angeles, but American cinema seems to be under some kind of legal obligation to make a certain quota of films every year either about, or including, plenty of scenes of desert debauchery amid the slot machines. And it has received the ultimate 21st-century accolade that sine qua non of modern city status – its very own police procedural show, the original CSI.

Still, at least the name Las Vegas (literally “the meadows” in Spanish) shows that the American sense of humour is a well-developed one, as a less bucolic place than Las Vegas it is hard to imagine. So while we in England dutifully hold the Game Fair, that Woodstock of the countryside – actually in Woodstock at Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire, in the gently undulating parkland of the Duke of Marlborough’s residence – in America, the most important convention dedicated to the American love of the outdoors is actually held in a place where there is no natural light and where, for the entirety of my four-day stay, I ventured out into the bracing Nevada air only once upon my arrival and once again on my departure from the Mandalay Bay.

THERE ARE MANY AMERICANS FOR WHOM THEIR COUNTRY IS NOT SO FAR REMOVED FROM THE FRONTIER NATION CELEBRATED IN ENDLESS WESTERNS

Las Vegas is as much a giant convention centre as it is an adult playground. From the unexpected (the Roller Skating Association’s Annual Convention & Trade Show); to the quotidian (the National Association of Pizzeria Operators’ Annual International Pizza Expo), to the globally significant (the annual CES innovation technology show), the giant ballrooms and exhibition halls of the neon city in the desert host a bewildering panoply of trade shows.

The city’s iron grip on the cultural consciousness of not merely America but the entire world means that, for many, to visit Las Vegas – with its golf courses, its restaurants, its shows, its Brobdingnagian resorts and, of course, its gambling – is to live the dream. However it was a rather larger dream that I was looking for in Las Vegas: the American Dream. Seeing the throngs of cheerful firearms enthusiasts ambling along the motorway-wide walkways past the food courts, beverage vendors, slot machines and roulette tables, and surging underneath the banner welcoming them to the Safari Club International annual convention, brings to mind a more orderly and better-behaved rerun of the first day of the January sales: there is the same expectant enthusiasm, just without the sharp elbows.

Indeed, so good-natured was the atmosphere that it was only on the second day of the convention that it struck me. I surveyed a trestle table presenting a vista of firearms that stretched off into the distance as far as the lens of the camera on my iPhone could see, and then I looked up to see a giant poster depicting Wayne LaPierre of the NRA beaming a welcome smile directly at me. It was then that the reality hit: namely that I was attending one of those sinister-sounding gun fairs that one reads about periodically where guns are sold with unfettered ease to children barely out of pushchairs.

Should the stereotypical Guardian reader actually exist, then I imagine his or her attendance at the SCI would be like a vegetarian being taken on a tour of an abattoir.

The firearms tragedies that punctuate life in the US are exactly that – tragedies. It is impossible to see them as anything else. However, it is very easy to demonise the gun lobby, seeing in every American gun owner a massacre in waiting. And, of course, arguments along the lines that it is not guns that kill but people, run the risk, at best, of trivialising genuine calamities. The thing was, had I questioned any of the people around me about it, I expect they would have agreed that these were indeed terrible events. Often it is people not that different to those attending this event whose lives are touched by shootings in towns that you and I have never heard of.

Sitting in the Village or the Upper West Side or, for that matter, in Notting Hill, it is easy to solve the problem: simply restrict the supply of guns. However once outside metropolitan areas, the American relationship with the gun becomes rather more difficult to disentangle from the essence of what it is to be American.

TO TAKE AWAY THEIR FIREARMS WOULD BE TO ROB MANY AMERICANS OF A STRONG PART OF THEIR IDENTITY

It may sound strange and slightly corny to those of us on this side of the Atlantic, but there are many Americans for whom the country in which they live is not so far removed from the notion of the frontier nation celebrated and mythologised in endless Westerns. And, travelling from overcrowded south-east England to the large and sparsely populated wilds of America, it is possible to sense why a gun might be considered a natural part of life – without the concrete beneath one’s feet and the background hum of sleepless human activity that characterises city life, it’s easy to feel vulnerable. I spoke to a well-known American musician who had moved to Montana and he talked about how people there grew up with guns and learned to respect them from an early age.

At this show, offering everything from extreme taxidermy to rifle scopes that did everything but pull the trigger for you, I learned just how embedded the gun is into the American psyche. We bandy the term “gun culture” without actually beginning to think what that means. Shooting, or hunting as it is known in the US, is not an elite sport like it is in the UK. If you tell an American that a 500-bird day on a good shoot in Britain will cost you about £50 a bird before you have factored in cartridges, accommodation and tips for butlers, loaders, keepers and so on, they will look at you in disbelief.

For many of them, the idea of driving three hours cross country to spend a day at a Bass Pro shop (Bass Pro is a hunting, fishing and outdoors outfitter that is also a sort of themed experience, with restaurant, coffee shop and plenty of stuffed animals scampering over synthetic rocks) is the very definition of quality family time. To take away their firearms would be to rob many of them of a strong part of their identity.

I explained to normal rational, educated and successful professional people I met in the course of my travels around the US how in the UK there are checks on mental health, and how a police officer will visit a potential shotgun owner in his home, interview him, examine carefully the cabinet in which a gun is stored and make sure that only the certificate holder, rather than any unlicensed member of the family, has access to the keys – precautions that you and I might regard as sensible, but that they regard as an intolerable infringement of personal liberty.


In the rural US, a fair bit of which I have seen in the course of researching my book, a firearm is viewed much as a washing machine, or a piece of agricultural machinery. For some it is a tool, for others it is an instrument of enjoyment, and for many it is a part of their identity. Firearms ownership is a strong component of who many Americans think they are, much in the way that the legally enshrined right to drive at lunatic speeds along certain stretches of the autobahn is the cherished birthright of those who live in the otherwise logical, clean, on the whole safe and at times really rather predictable country of Germany.

In the end, I decided against trying to smuggle back a giraffe head into the UK, and nor did I think that I would have had much luck bringing back a semi-automatic shotgun in my luggage. A couple of weeks after I got back to London I had another rather less agreeable encounter with a gun. I woke one morning to find a bullet hole in my car and spent shell cases lying around the street. The bullet had entered the car near the petrol tank shattering the fuel cap of my relatively new Fiat 500 Abarth, causing the sort of damage that is likely to lead to a hefty increase in my insurance premium. It is not the first time that I have found a bullet in my car. The last time was a few years ago when local entrepreneurs seemed to be attempting to settle a disagreement with exchanges of gunfire – ludicrous when, given the runaway house-price inflation in London, I live in a street where I would be unable to afford to buy the house I now inhabit. Strange to think that I felt safer surrounded by countless firearms in Las Vegas than I do on the streets of London.

Funny how this so-called educated Brit libtard writer somehow conveniently ignores the entirety of the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution in his discussion of America and guns. Might have been eye opening to his readership to give them the historical background on American firearms ownership via a God given right as enshrined in the U.S. Constitution's Bill of Rights. But, it comes as no surprise, as ilk like him are not interested in making sure that readers are given the whole picture. Finally, I found the comment that he returned to a shooting of his Fiat 500 Abarth a couple of weeks later, and that he felt safer surrounded by countless firearms in Las Vegas than he did on the streets of London, including his own, somewhat ironic in light of the British view of firearms ownership.

And, then this false and half-assed insult: "Indeed, so good-natured was the atmosphere that it was only on the second day of the convention that it struck me. I surveyed a trestle table presenting a vista of firearms that stretched off into the distance as far as the lens of the camera on my iPhone could see, and then I looked up to see a giant poster depicting Wayne LaPierre of the NRA beaming a welcome smile directly at me. It was then that the reality hit: namely that I was attending one of those sinister-sounding gun fairs that one reads about periodically where guns are sold with unfettered ease to children barely out of pushchairs." What a total f--cking idiot.

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Originally posted by DLS:
I wonder how long it’s going to take for the people of Nevada to decide they’ve had enough of Sisolak and his bullshit, and remove him from office? His Shut down orders are devastating Nevada.

This from a Californian...

Somebody believe the SCI Show will still happen 2021 https://www.visitlasvegas.com/covid-19-updates/

The latest. Doesn't sound good.

https://www.lasvegasnevada.gov...irus-update#governor

NWTF cancelled the show for Nashville 2021 except for online and virtual.

I just heard yesterday from a frustrated Gunshop owner that SHOT is facing limitations from LasVegas and Nevada that they may be limited to 1000 visitors at a time in the show!!

Well, there usually are more than 1000 Exhibitors...I wonder how that works??

Perhaps cancellation of the major shows is not necessarily a bad thing. First, it has been a tough year for most international outfitters. With many of their hunts cancelled or postponed, financially I know a number are hurting. Two, it costs the international outfitters tens of thousands of dollars to attend the shows. That is money that given the disaster that was 2020, many could likely find other uses for. That said, if the shows happen many will feel that they simply cannot skip the shows and will feel compelled to eat the cost and attend regardless of the hardship. Three, most of the hunts from 2020 have been pushed to 2021 and 2022 so available quota in those years is largely spoken for. So it is unclear exactly what many would have to sell in the first place. Four, not at all clear what client attendance will be in any event given Covid concerns and Covid restrictions. Just saying that there is a pretty good case to be made for simply calling the shows this year and picking things up in 2022.

I have pulled out of both the SCI and DSC shows in January for all the reasons mentioned already. I just feel its going to be rather painful sitting at a table with a mask on trying to talk about a hunt to a potential client. I just don't see it working and being joyful as these conventions are meant to be!

I will spend the money and time revamping my company's online presence and focusing on 2022! Hopefully all the 2020 clients that rescheduled will get to hunt in 2021!

Not easily done but frankly I think if anything the shows should be postponed to the middle of the year when there will be more clarity all around!


Arjun Reddy
Hunters Networks LLC
30 Ivy Hill Road
Brewster, NY 10509
Tel: +1 845 259 3628

I agree that the SCI Convention ought to be cancelled as scheduled at the current date and rescheduled to 2022, or later in 2021. As it now stands, it will be difficult, if not impossible to make it happen in Las Vegas. Problem is, if you reschedule for later in 2021, then most of our African and down under friends will be right in the middle of their 2021 season-be it for international hunters or for their in-country hunters. I can't believe that SCI is not being prudent. We're less than 4 months away and things are not getting significantly better. It's like "Damn the torpedoes-full speed ahead" and "let's just fall on our sword". Stupidity at the very top.

Probably because if they don’t get a substantial infusion of cash (convention being the biggest money maker for the org) they will be looking at layoffs and wage cuts.

That is probably why they keep pushing it- if the hotel cancels it, or the government says you can’t, then they get $$$ back or at least don’t have to pay more on the contract with the venue...if they up and cancel, then it’s on them and they still probably owe the venue and related groups.

While I enjoy the show, this is a time when I will rather use the days to go hunting rather than a day or two of vacation for the show- I doubt many of the folks I want to meet will be here this year anyhow.

I was talking to an outfitter I had booked a driven pheasant hunt in Scotland for October, 2021. This was in regards to DSC. He told me that DSC stated that they could postpone or rebook the show up to a day before the start.

Not a viable risk for someone coming from overseas.

Any BETS on how all of this might change AFTER the ELECTION??...like MAGIC COVID Killer just pops up, or COVID dies all of a sudden??!!

This is a Global event. Right now cases seem to be on the rise all over Europe, Russia etc...what does that have to do with the American elections!

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Originally posted by 470EDDY:
Any BETS on how all of this might change AFTER the ELECTION??...like MAGIC COVID Killer just pops up, or COVID dies all of a sudden??!!

I am told that SCI has told the staff that the show is off.

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Originally posted by larryshores:
I am told that SCI has told the staff that the show is off.

The official email cancelling just came out.

Arjun, YES, I agree.....HOWEVER, there is a lot of evidence and WUHAN connections that relate to targeting the US and US Elections...I think this is far more politicized than eny other epidemic let alone pandemic. My wife is a very skilled Nurse- RN/ARNP and 45 years experience in the hospital environment.... too much evidence leads to foul play and targeting and maybe some bad luck in containment....when it got out of hand... we may never know... Just Sayin!!

SCI's 2021 Convention cancellation announcement:


SCI Statement on 2021 Convention

"After much contemplation and exhaustive effort, Safari Club International (SCI) has made the difficult decision to cancel its 2021 Hunters’ Convention. COVID-19-related restrictions imposed by the state of Nevada and city of Las Vegas to ensure a safe event environment during the ongoing pandemic has made it impossible to conduct a successful event for our members and exhibitors, or serve the greater good of wildlife conservation.

For 49 consecutive years SCI has conducted its annual convention, bringing together from around the world, hunters, exhibitors, conservation stakeholders, and generations of SCI members. This annual event celebrates hunter advocacy, raises hundreds of thousands of dollars for wildlife conservation, and enables the planning of hunts that further support conservation on every continent. It is one of the most anticipated gatherings of the year not only for the reasons above but also because it is the one week that our community can rely upon to renew friendships and reignite the fire that drives us all to carry on the traditions of hunting. We did not reach this decision lightly.

Throughout the turmoil of 2020 SCI has remained on watch. We have defended hunting in California and on Capitol Hill; we have supported wildlife conservation on the plains of Wyoming and plateaus of Africa; and we worked with legislators and the Trump Administration on the Great American Outdoor Act, history’s greatest outdoor legislative achievement.
Working hand in hand with the Safari Club International Foundation (SCIF), we were able to raise a record amount of money for hunter education and conservation. Our work will proceed apace despite this unfortunate cancellation.

Despite our disappointment with this development, SCI will be there for our members and exhibitors in 2022 to reflect on all these accomplishments and celebrate them together. The 2022 Convention will take place in Las Vegas and will be a celebration of our hunting heritage and the perseverance we all needed to get through this, together."