Why indeed?
It's green & garish w/funky raised ridge highlighting the Company name assuring you're representin' Sightron. The strap is crap though the case is nice except there's no belt loop, shoulder strap or attachments for one. Nada on objective lens covers w/rainguard of hard plastic. A fair amount of PC, not exceptional in controlling CA, yet 7.5* at this price point is nice.
It's the bin of your explorer fantasy that could be yours for only 21 filled books of S&H Green Stamps. The catalogue, long since worn threadbare, that was perused almost daily for what seemed an eternity.
Whiling away youth daydreaming, scheming on how to expedite the transaction. Night slumber filled w/vivid images of adventure that would be impossible save for the elusive bins.
Then the big day arrived. Mom was going to drive to the city & cash 'em in whilst I attended school. The longest day that drug on forever, yet finally the bus reaches my stop. Rushing home out of breath I met mother at the kitchen barely managing, "Where's my binoculars"?
"Son, they were sold out so I got you the Motorola 15 transistor AM/FM AC/DC portable radio w/separate bass/treble controls chrome D rings w/genu-wine leather handle. A brand new item they just started carrying."
Bummer! How was I ever gonna scope the Himalayas for the Abominable Snowman or study the hut dwellings of the indigenous Congo rainforest pygmies ?
But if mama said they were sold out I guess I could do worse. Plus she would nevah lie to her darlin' boy. Although I was a mite suspicious when shortly thereafter Dad was sportin' a brand spankin' new Seikio self-winding watch water tested to 98.2' w/day-date calendar, crystal bezel, stainless steel case & adjustable wristband that also just happened to be available for 21 books of Green Stamps. To add insult to injury a month later mother came into me bedroom, "Your father wishes to borrow the radio so he might listen to the ballgame. You don't mind do you?""
I never ended up w/450 Nitro Express double rifle. I'll never hop out into the thick brush of the dark continent, stalking the not quite sedated wildebeest, whilst Marlin Perkins awaits the outcome in the Land Rover.
But, if I wish to team up w/Dale Gribble hookin' it to Marfa, TX in search of extraterrestrial life behind the lights I'll tote me trusty SIIBL832 Blue Sky Sightron.
Que: Three Dog Night
Well I never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music
Say the ladies are insane there
And they sure know how to use it
They don't abuse it
Never gonna lose it
I can't refuse it
Well I never been to England
But I kinda like the Beatles
Well, I headed for Las Vegas
Only made it out to Needles
Can you feel it
It must be real it
Feels so good
Oh, feels so good
Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Oklahoma
Well they tell me I was born there
But I really don't remember
In Oklahoma, not Arizona
What does it matter
What does it matter ...