The scrap wood pile in your bow shop becomes so huge you have to burn it or abandon the shop. As you look through the worthless scrap you keep pulling pieces out thinking "kids bow" "tip overlays", "handle sections", "tool handles" and such.
When, with much sadness, you finally light the fire, you can't stand to watch the yellow wood burn so you are compelled to go elsewhere until the dirty deed is done and the pile is consumed by flames.