Monday, August 01, 2005
It's like they're the hunter mafia
When I got my mail today, I was excited to see a really thick catalog. The new Ikea catalog is due so I totally expected it to be that. There's little more exciting in the mail than a new Ikea catalog! Imagine my surprise when I discovered it wasn't the coveted new Ikea catalog, but a Cabela's catalog. Not just a Cabela's catalog, but their 711 page MASTER CATALOG. This fucker is longer than my Harry Potter book! Of all people, I am one of the least likely persons to need this catalog. What do I need with about 13 pages worth of guns. (Although 13 out of 711 isn't a huge percentage of gun pages when you think of it. But that doesn't count the pages with gun accessories, just guns). There are some interesting things in it, I noticed when I glanced through it briefly. There're some cool binoculars, which if I were a more avid hiker/birder would be handy. There are some very cool tents and other camping gear. But all in all, costs far more than I would use the stuff. So here's the question, how in the heck did I get on Cabela's mailing list? Well, when I lived back in Alaska, I used to get catalogs. Tons and tons of catalogs. All Alaskans do. This was pre-internet. So if you wanted specialized or just cheaper stuff from the lower 48 you ordered through catalogs. One of the catalogs I used to get was the Sierra Trading Post. They were great for cheap t-shirts, socks, undies stuff like that. At the time they were a subsidiary of Cabelas a company who does hunting, fishing and outdoor gear. They may still be for all I know. About once a year I'd do an order from Sierra Trading Post and that kept me on their catalog list for another year. I left Alaska in 1997 and have lived in 4 states since. And yet somehow they have hunted me down. The creepiest part? The hunters posing with their kills. I'm okay about people hunting (A sign of growth, I used to be wholeheartedly opposed to it, but living in Alaska can help change your views), but I don't really like to see pics of one and his giant moose.
Posted by Joanne at 7:37 PM