richardoutwest
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That was a day I will never forget! It was like the birth of a child, well almost. I would pace back and forth on the sidewalk, waiting for Big Brown to pull up. I would ask every day, "did they come yet?", and the UPS man would say "not yet."
I was running short on nerves. Three days should be long enough to around the world, Hell: they are just going across country! I called Cabela's and laced into the poor lady on the other end. She assured me they were on their way and would be arriving in a couple of days. She asked respecfully when my next hunt was, and I told her in six months. I needed them now, thank you very much!
I wondered to the barber shop and sobbed to my friends on how people just don't care anymore, this was outragous! Greg told me to hop up in the chair, this one was on him. My good friend Duwane was sitting there and was just laughing at me. They will get here Son, they will get here.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Big Brown pull up blocking all access to the shop. Sure the barber can get his combs but I can't get my damn bino's! The driver walks in with a big smile, THEIR HERE! My heart almost jumped out of my chest, but I remained calm not to get a mo-hawk. I signed for the package and asked that he set them in the seat by Duwane.
These were one of the first sets sold and nobody from these parts had ever seen them. Duwane slid his hand over and tapped on the top of the box. I knew what was going through his head. "You open that box and I will castrate you!" With great swiftness Duwane and three of my closest friend, MY CLOSEST FRIENDS, ran out of the barber shop box in hand. I could not believe my eyes!
Helpless in the chair getting a razor cut, I cursed all of them. "You S.O.B., just wait till I get out of this chair." Greg laughed and kept cutting. I started to sweat profusely, making it hard for Greg to finish. He sat me up and said "get out of here you big baby." Exiting the shop with barber bib and all, I ran to the front of my truck, where they all were perched.
Pushing my way to the front, there they were. Dressed in Swaro green, and not a spec of dust on them, they were beautiful! Finally in my hands, I found it hard to swallow and say anything. I couldn't wait to get home to show my wife.
Running to the front door, box pulled tight to my chest. "Babe look, their here, their finely here!" I will never forget her first words, "what's so great about those? They look like binoculars." "I can't believe you spent almost two grand on that!" I was repulsed; I could not believe she could say such a thing!
Retreating to my room, I carfully removed the accessories and dress my baby. I remember attaching the lens covers and then the straps. I fitted them over my head and adjusted the straps to my chest. The reflection in the mirror was breathtaking, damn they looked good! My wife enters the room and looks at me, "what in the HELL are you doing?" She laughs and walks out. At this point I have had about enough of this and grabbed the tripods and the step child, my other 15x60's and head out the door to the desert.
I sat them in the front seat with me and a little concered that I could not find a way to buckle them up. My hand rested softly on them the whole way there. Arriving safely and setting them up side by side at dusk, oh how my Swaro's shined! The difference was incredible. I was indeed a proud papa!
that night getting ready for bed, I admit I must have looked pretty stupid in my boxer's and my Swaro's on my chest. It was not until I placed them on my pillow at light out, just how obsessed I was. I was given a choice that I will not go into now, but the Swaro's were placed in the safe. I don't think I slept a wink that night: I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to them.
That was my first good set of Bino's, they turned seven today. Were they worth it? Every penny and then some!
I was running short on nerves. Three days should be long enough to around the world, Hell: they are just going across country! I called Cabela's and laced into the poor lady on the other end. She assured me they were on their way and would be arriving in a couple of days. She asked respecfully when my next hunt was, and I told her in six months. I needed them now, thank you very much!
I wondered to the barber shop and sobbed to my friends on how people just don't care anymore, this was outragous! Greg told me to hop up in the chair, this one was on him. My good friend Duwane was sitting there and was just laughing at me. They will get here Son, they will get here.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Big Brown pull up blocking all access to the shop. Sure the barber can get his combs but I can't get my damn bino's! The driver walks in with a big smile, THEIR HERE! My heart almost jumped out of my chest, but I remained calm not to get a mo-hawk. I signed for the package and asked that he set them in the seat by Duwane.
These were one of the first sets sold and nobody from these parts had ever seen them. Duwane slid his hand over and tapped on the top of the box. I knew what was going through his head. "You open that box and I will castrate you!" With great swiftness Duwane and three of my closest friend, MY CLOSEST FRIENDS, ran out of the barber shop box in hand. I could not believe my eyes!
Helpless in the chair getting a razor cut, I cursed all of them. "You S.O.B., just wait till I get out of this chair." Greg laughed and kept cutting. I started to sweat profusely, making it hard for Greg to finish. He sat me up and said "get out of here you big baby." Exiting the shop with barber bib and all, I ran to the front of my truck, where they all were perched.
Pushing my way to the front, there they were. Dressed in Swaro green, and not a spec of dust on them, they were beautiful! Finally in my hands, I found it hard to swallow and say anything. I couldn't wait to get home to show my wife.
Running to the front door, box pulled tight to my chest. "Babe look, their here, their finely here!" I will never forget her first words, "what's so great about those? They look like binoculars." "I can't believe you spent almost two grand on that!" I was repulsed; I could not believe she could say such a thing!
Retreating to my room, I carfully removed the accessories and dress my baby. I remember attaching the lens covers and then the straps. I fitted them over my head and adjusted the straps to my chest. The reflection in the mirror was breathtaking, damn they looked good! My wife enters the room and looks at me, "what in the HELL are you doing?" She laughs and walks out. At this point I have had about enough of this and grabbed the tripods and the step child, my other 15x60's and head out the door to the desert.
I sat them in the front seat with me and a little concered that I could not find a way to buckle them up. My hand rested softly on them the whole way there. Arriving safely and setting them up side by side at dusk, oh how my Swaro's shined! The difference was incredible. I was indeed a proud papa!
that night getting ready for bed, I admit I must have looked pretty stupid in my boxer's and my Swaro's on my chest. It was not until I placed them on my pillow at light out, just how obsessed I was. I was given a choice that I will not go into now, but the Swaro's were placed in the safe. I don't think I slept a wink that night: I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to them.
That was my first good set of Bino's, they turned seven today. Were they worth it? Every penny and then some!
