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.
Five or six more months until duck season. A friend sent me these photos of a splendid, if surrealistically overblown, duck blind. It has to be in Arkansas.
Pity the poor quacker that alights near that thing. Must sound like WW IX getting under way when Donald and Daisy stop by for a little rest and relaxation.
That reminds me of the last day of the season this past January. There were about 11 guns in two makeshift blinds approximately 30 feet apart. One duck flew from left to right across the front of both blinds and buzzed the dekes, maybe 30 feet out. By the time he made it halfway between the blinds, the first group had emptied their magazines. I didn't even shoot and found myself pulling for the duck. Three other guns in my blind, every one of em emptied their magazines and the duck (gadwall) skirted by unharmed. Had to just laugh and say congrats to the duck for having survived the season.
And why no pictures of the poor doggies who had to swim out and retrieve them birds? Nobody appreciates the real heroes of the waterfowl wars. All hail Fido!