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“Had a bow repaired there. The fella in archery did the repair on the spot. Cant beat that! Realized that they have a great sporting goods inventory. Great selection of blinds, ammo and guns.”
“First place I go to get propane being it is the cheapest in town for 100lb cylinder for my home. Super sweet people and all really helpful for everything that I need to get for my home for water, building, chainsaws, lawn stuff the whole nine yards.”
“The best hardware store I’ve stepped foot in. Staff is very attentive and asks to help you find anything and continuously checks in on you to make sure you’re finding everything you’re looking for. The store is immaculate. This is my new go to store to complete my projects.”
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“Let me tell y’all somethin’ right now: Rural King is like the redneck version of Disney World, only with more mud boots and less mouse ears. I walked in there for a bag of dog food and walked out with a machete, three ratchet straps, a 50-pound salt block, a bag of popcorn, and a flamingo pool float. I don't even got a pool. That store's got everything from baby chicks to camouflage lingerie (okay maybe not, but it should).
The minute them automatic doors whooshed open and I smelled tractor grease and stale popcorn, I knew I was home. It's like heaven had a baby with a barn and stocked it with guns, boots, candy by the pound, and chainsaws you didn’t know you needed but suddenly had to have.
Now, I got one beef with 'em: the damn chick bin. Every dang time we go in, my wife beelinin’ straight to them peepin’ little fluff nuggets like she’s Snow White with a debit card. She can’t resist ‘em. I’m out here tryin’ to get hydraulic fluid and she’s already named twelve chicks and is askin’ if we can build 'em bunk beds.
Rural King, I love ya, but for the love of my wallet and sanity, can we get a “Wife-B-Gone” spray aisle? Maybe throw some razor wire and a mild electric fence ‘round the chick section so I don’t end up explainin’ to my accountant why we now own 37 hens named after country singers.
10 outta 10, would lose money there again.”