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.
Hunted yesterday and this morning in northern New Hampshire (near Pittsburg, NH - The Grouse Capital of New England), and now back to good old Pittsfield, MA, with a few grouse in the bag along with some dawdling woodcock who dawdled too long. And a very tired pup, with plenty of cuts from the brambles. Our ancestors sure did name a lot of towns after William Pitt, did we not?
Intrepid update. Ready to sail again. And Rightly So. I liked her fine the way she was.
Hilarious YouTube: IED Hunter. Oldie but a goldie. Oh crikey!
"Goat fornicators"? That isn't nice. Very rude, and almost insulting. But is it true, multiculturally-speaking? RWHowler. Let's be tolerant of other cultural traditions: some goats are cute and horny, too! Is there a film in this? Brokeback Mountain Goat? "Love is a force of nature." Oh - it's already been done.
The moose? We didn't see her either until she walked out of that patch of spruce on the lower left, after the camera was zipped-up back in my pocket. There is a brown shadow - we think that was her at the edge of the water.