When I was a boy I used to go to Dale's Cashway with my dad. We used to stock up on fishing/hunting supplies, and Dale would always treat me great. He used to slip me some candy and talk with me just like I was one of the guys. Now I have kids of my own. Yesterday I bought a new gun at Dale's and after we shook hands, sealing the deal, Dale and Jill (his wife) slipped my son a free pack of candy. They asked him some hunting questions and treated him just like one of the guys. I got a great deal on a new Henry rifle, and was treated with that good hometown hospitality. Dale's is the only place I will go for supplies.