The two old-timers who used to work the shop and range in town, where I was growing up, would look for any opportunity to criticize customers and their choice of firearm / ammunition. Woe is the shooter that came in with any "toy gun" not chambered in something starting with a .4 or higher. On the flipside, a lady could single-hand fire a .600 Nitro Express revolver, and they'd still be calling her "buttercup." It was like having hillbilly versions of Statler and Waldorf, from The Muppet Show, running the place. Even as a kid, I generally don't sweat the opinions of others, but they were a real detriment to the business. I'm fairly sure nobody was sad to see them moved from the storefront, to the back.