We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
As a nod to huntin' season, our current image on top is from Currier and Ives' American Field Sports series. I do not see Snipe too often anymore, but I do not know why. Last time I saw them in any numbers was in a Manitoba marsh.
The Interstae Corridor on the East Coast wreaked havoc on their fly-way. I know that 684 through northern Westchester county had a huge effect on the numbers making it south.
I always found the best Snipe Hunting there was found by linking the Reservoir system of north and central NY on a map and searching for state lands bisected by those links.
However I can't, in good conscience, shoot them anymore...my earliest hunting memories are of snipe hunting with my father, grandfather and uncles. My favorite was a day that a young German Short brought me a live and quivering snipe that he just picked up at my feet. I set it on the ground and it perked right up, puffed out its feathers and flew away!
"Don't forget your sack and a flashlight. You stand over there in the field and hold the flashlight so that the light shines down over the mouth of the sack. I'll go over there and beat the bush a bit and flush the snipe towards you. They'll see the dark hole and think its a bush and run into your sack. When you feel one run into the sack, close it up quick. So stand right there...I'll just walk over there and flush them towards you."
Thus we'd always initiate one newbie in the age old art of "snipe hunting". heh.
I was once invited Snipe hunting. That was the longest night of my life. I never did catch a Snipe -- but much to everyone's surprise, I did manage to bag a nice Henweigh.