Last night, I went to Cabela’s with my husband to buy bow hunting equipment. No word yet on how bow bow staff skills translate into bow hunting skills.
Cabela’s has all kinds of equipment for killing all kinds of animals.
We were there for upwards of 90 minutes and didn’t have time to look at the fake mountain with all the dead sheep and stuff on it, or the aquarium, which is my favorite part because it’s like Sea World, Freshwater Edition.
I’ve been to Cabela’s once before in my life, with Erin, to buy a lantern for…doesn’t matter. We went in there with our makeup and our curled hair and our premium denim and our high heels and we clacked our way across the tile floor past the camo-clad customers and employees right to the camping section to pick out the world’s greatest lantern.
The only place I’ve ever felt like more of an outsider was that one time in junior high that I tried out for a sports team.
The archery section of Cabela’s was a lot more upbeat than the camping section, because it was stacked with Rabies, er, helpful sales staff people with names like Cody and Raby. I think the store had Rabies to help customers in other departments, but we just had one individual Raby.
He is a bow hunter/Cabela’s outfitter and he installed a new peep on Mark’s bow, and cut his arrows to the appropriate length for his bow and stance. If you are going to take up bow hunting, might I suggest you talk to Raby? And Cody. But I kind of just like talking about Raby.
I have to say, I was happy to be there for this outing, especially when we got to the till, when I realized I had just racked up enough points to trade in the IKEA fabric I’d planned on to re-upholster my chairs, for something to the tune of Jonathan Adler.
1 comment:
Hey, you're back. And still funny.
That makes me more excited than thinking about Sea World, Freshwater Edition.
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