...And just like that, fear or missing out (FOMO) swept across the universe, and no one's saddle hunting kit was complete!
Whaaat? ... They're not available yet ?!?! ... Whaaat? ... You cannot preorder ?!?!
It was as if a 200" Booner stepped into view just outside of shooting range. Racing heart ... Hyperventilation ... Jelly arms & legs ...
"Mm mm muuust keep it together" ... "Mm mm muuust show restraint" ... "Mm mm muuust resist temptation" ... "Just take a few more steps Mr. Monster" ... "Just a few more steps" ... "Mm mm muuust hold at full draw" ... Mm mm muuust steady myself" ... "TAKE A FEW MORE STEPS !!! ... DO IT NOW !!!" ... "CMON, MAN, CMON !!!" ...
Like an uncontrollable urge, the release fires and the arrow flies yards off target as the Booner trots away with purpose and vanishes into the mist ...
"D*mn!"
"Mm mm muuust remember that my current climbing kit is perfectly fine" ... "Mm mm muuust keep my wallet in my pants" ... "Mm mm muuust resist temptation" ... "Mm mm muuust not check the TETHRD website for stick availability every hour" ...
After THE WAIT OF A LIFETIME, the sticks are FINALLY in stock and the race is on to get some before they're gone ... and like a moth to a flame the saddle hunting masses cry out in agony, "Aawwwhh shoooooot ... just take my money!" ... and they enter their credit card info EAGERLY while making sure their new sticks are shipped to an alternate address, so their spouse won't know they dropped hundreds more on their addiction ... until the bill shows up ...
"D*mn!"