Snackers, Gus here, to tell ya, ya best git gussied up, cause a storms brewin, an' when a storm like this brews on the open range and the lighting comes crackin like a hell-whip held by Hades 'imself, well, these here scrub-land spanish horses of lore run the range wild, like they was the wind itself; Heck dem horses will run down all that stands in their way to the four ends of the earth til the skys calms, the hot rain cools, and the fireflys find enough stillness to dance again. Stampede is what they call it. And wouldn't you know it? Them suckers at Montucky Cold Snacks thought it'd be quaint to do honor that congress of chaos with a promotion called the 'Snack Stampede.'

Guess you never can count on city folk to make sound decisions when it comes to the wild plains, but absent of that misgiving, I guess you could win some pretty nice stuff to hang around the corrals with if you 'ver have the dumb idea of trying to rein in and domesticate any of these feral equine animals after which the contest is named, but whom are better left to run wild you ask me. No no one did ask me if we're being honest though. I have misgivings myself I reckon. Nevertheless, this swag will help you fit the part of a grade A K-mart cowperson and all out dude; Dude. Assuming that's what you're up for. And if you are, there's 8 of them wild golden winning tickets running rouge out there just waiting for you to find one of them; So git in on this Stampede. Buy some snacks. Find a golden ticket. 'An you'll be the talk of the county 4-H fair!

But wait, hold your horses, theres more; We'll also have one winner that will be chosen at random from those who try their hand at entering via our online drawing as well. Wild worlds we live in friends.

Enough on all that though, get out there, sip, some snacks, and win a Stampede Snacks! Giddy Up!