Post by: GMMAT on March 03, 2009, 06:08:00 PM
So now a day passes.....and I'm MORE excited.
Hence my question. Does the wait get better.....or worse? :knothead: :D
Post by: Chris Wilson on March 03, 2009, 06:10:00 PM
Post by: frassettor on March 03, 2009, 06:11:00 PM
Post by: thetroutguy on March 03, 2009, 06:13:00 PM
Post by: DBerrard on March 03, 2009, 06:16:00 PM
That's how it was for me anyhow..why fret over something out of your control?
Post by: GMMAT on March 03, 2009, 06:21:00 PM
I don't wanna have to look at that CRAP! :mad: :D
Post by: BowHuntingFool on March 03, 2009, 06:23:00 PM
Post by: houseman on March 03, 2009, 06:25:00 PM
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well, I try to anyway :)
Post by: Gray Wolf on March 03, 2009, 06:29:00 PM
If it goes over it gets unbearable.But that almost never happens.
Mike
Post by: deertraks on March 03, 2009, 06:36:00 PM
Post by: wtpops on March 03, 2009, 06:38:00 PM
Post by: James Wrenn on March 03, 2009, 06:39:00 PM
Post by: vermonster13 on March 03, 2009, 06:43:00 PM
Post by: broketooth on March 03, 2009, 06:52:00 PM
Post by: Molson on March 03, 2009, 07:01:00 PM
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Originally posted by vermonster13:Ha! Not me. I drive right to the post office and tell them I've got one coming. They call me when it gets there. Course, my Ghost came UPS. I spent 4 days watching that brown truck drive by. Ugggghhhhh.....
The worst part is when they tell you it has shipped. You stare longingly at ever UPSP or UPS truck you see!
No... It doesn't get better. You can't order and forget, and the bows you have just won't quite do until the new one arrives. :( :help: I'm waiting on one now...
Post by: AdamH on March 03, 2009, 07:27:00 PM
Post by: David Mitchell on March 03, 2009, 07:35:00 PM
Post by: blind one on March 03, 2009, 08:23:00 PM
Post by: Bob Sarrels on March 03, 2009, 08:52:00 PM
Post by: Whip on March 03, 2009, 09:00:00 PM
First it will get better. It starts seeming like a long ways off, and you tend to think of other things. But then the date starts getting closer and it creeps back into your mind more and more often. That's when it starts to get worse.
When I was in my bow buying frenzy it seemed if I had a bow on order I was less tempted by the classifieds or in stock listings. So I always looked at it as if I was saving money by having one on order.
Yeah, I had it bad! :knothead:
Post by: DngrsDan on March 03, 2009, 10:23:00 PM
*Wait a minute-let me check the mailbox again*.. a while back and I... *Was that a knock on my door?* ... haven't given it another..*Lemmee check that mailbox again, be right back*...thought. :banghead:
Post by: Boone the Hunter on March 03, 2009, 10:39:00 PM
Post by: Autumnarcher on March 03, 2009, 10:50:00 PM
Then, recurrent dreams invade your sleep, becoming more frequent as the estimated arrival date nears. You'll dream of incredible feats of archery prowess, seeing your arrows streaking through the air hammering targets dead center with every shot.
You'll find yourself rearrranging your bow rack so the new addition to the family will stand out among the others.
You try to envision what colors on your arrows would compliment it the best. Perhaps even a new back quiver to go with the new stick.
When the phone call comes saying its been shipped, sleep will no come easily. You will follow the mailman, or the UPS driver around his route, hoping to see that long skinny box standing in the back of the truck.
You'll be pretending to shoot that bow in the break room at work, all the while your co-workers will be assured there really is something wrong with you.
When you are up to you neck in work, and probably gonna be late getting home, your wife will call and tell you a package came for you...
You will break out in a cold sweat, tell the boss you really do not feel good and need to go home.
Nope, it doesnt get any better. But its fun!
When I went to the post office to pick up my last one, the lady at the counter asked what I needed, and I told her I was there for that long skinny box leaning against the wall in the back corner.
She asked " New bow? I said yeah, how did you guess? She said, well, its too long to be arrows, and too heavy to be a fishing pole. I laughed, and told her " Geez, you sure have my mail habits figured out!" The beauty of small town living.
The worst part, my carrier left the slip saying I had a package, but when I went to pick it up, it was still out on the route with her and wouldn't be able to pick it up till she came in.
THAT is torture.
Post by: blind one on March 03, 2009, 11:10:00 PM
Post by: Horner on March 04, 2009, 12:16:00 AM
Post by: Oliverstacy on March 04, 2009, 02:36:00 AM
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Originally posted by vermonster13:I think my mail man thought I was stalking him when I new it was going to ship...I had to get the snow camo out one day! :knothead:
The worst part is when they tell you it has shipped. You stare longingly at ever UPSP or UPS truck you see!
No it doesn't get easier...try to get them to email you pictures if they can as it is being built. Then again if you call too much it might get put farther down the list!
Josh
Post by: sweet old bill on March 04, 2009, 05:40:00 AM
it does not get any better till that bow is in your hand and you take that first shot and I hope it fly true to the mark....
also you have to start thinking about a name for your bow...
Post by: houseman on March 04, 2009, 10:38:00 AM
Post by: Roy Steele on March 04, 2009, 10:47:00 AM
Post by: Over&Under on March 04, 2009, 10:48:00 AM
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Originally posted by Boone the Hunter:Now THAT is funny right there. I definatly heard the harps last time.... :D
I had finally forgot about it for five minutes, until i started reading all this, now my eyes have glazed over and i'm staring longingly out the widow dreaming of the magical day that the ups truck will pull into my driveway, with the sound of harps playing in the background and i will run out to greet him in slow motion(this will take place sometime in april) glad i'm not the only weirdo.
Post by: thetroutguy on March 04, 2009, 12:57:00 PM
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Originally posted by Autumnarcher:That is my routine exactly. Here is the story of my last "new bow"...
Oh, it gets worse. First, you catch yourself daydreaming about holding that new bow while your wife is running down the list of honey-do's, only to be snapped out of it to hear " ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"
Then, recurrent dreams invade your sleep, becoming more frequent as the estimated arrival date nears. You'll dream of incredible feats of archery prowess, seeing your arrows streaking through the air hammering targets dead center with every shot.
You'll find yourself rearrranging your bow rack so the new addition to the family will stand out among the others.
You try to envision what colors on your arrows would compliment it the best. Perhaps even a new back quiver to go with the new stick.
When the phone call comes saying its been shipped, sleep will no come easily. You will follow the mailman, or the UPS driver around his route, hoping to see that long skinny box standing in the back of the truck.
The worst part, my carrier left the slip saying I had a package, but when I went to pick it up, it was still out on the route with her and wouldn't be able to pick it up till she came in.
THAT is torture.
I got the call it had shipped and based on my superior knowledge of the postal system (NOT) I figured out that it should be here "possibly Thursday, more than likely Friday, and FOR SURE on Saturday."
Thursday's mail came at 10:37. I know, I was standing at the mail box when he pulled up. No bow. Tommorow will be better. Bummer.
Fridays mail came at 10:41. I know, I was standing there. Again, no bow. Ugh! I have to work tommorow and nobody will be home. So I have to give myself a speech, "It's okay, you work on the ambulance in a small town AND you live 1 block from the hospital. Everytime you run a call just swing by the house."
Saturday morning (wife and kids out of town) I am sitting in my driveway in the ambulance at 9:30. Still there at 10:00. and 10:26 when I see the... "THE MAILMAN IS HERE!" and... BEEEEEE DEWWWWWW MEDIC 1 RESPOND TO A MAN DOWN ON MAIN STREET!!!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!! So we run the call and the guy is fine (drunk at 10 in the morning). We take him to the hospital and rush over to my house and find the "pink slip of hell" that states I can pick up my package after 4:00. I was 1 minute away from holding my bow and now I have to wait 6 hours. Here comes another speech...
"OK, that didn't go as planned. Remember you are still in and ambulance and that ambulance... has... WHEELS!!! LET'S GO FIND THE MAILMAN". If I don't get to pick this thing up today I will have to way until Monday and that is just flat unacceptable. I will never make it.
We drove around...
And we drove around...
For 90 minutes...
No mailman.
Wait, THERE HE IS! Pull in behind him, in the ambulance (you know what's coming don't you?) and flip on the lights. The mail truck pulls over to let us pass and we whip up beside him...
...and it's the wrong mail truck.
When we finally DID find the right mail truck he had already dropped the bow at the post office "on his lunch because he knew I would be anxious to get it". He has dealt with me before, you see.
So back to the post office and... BEEEEEEE DEWWWWW Medic 1 (you have got to be kidding me) PAGER TEST ONLY (thank you Lord).
FINALLY we get to the post office and my luck turns, NO LINE!!! I race to the counter I see it behind her. It is finally over and I have my new bow.
That was TOTALLY worth it.
Post by: sweeney3 on March 04, 2009, 05:21:00 PM
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