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Animal’s Daily News

Smiling BearLet’s clone a cave lion! Excerpt:

Scientists are attempting to clone extinct Ice Age lion cubs by finding DNA in the remains of the creatures.

Two cubs were found in Russia’s Sakha Republic last August in a near-perfect state thanks to the deep-freeze conditions where they lay.

Researchers hope to find living tissues containing DNA in the remains, which will allow them to recreate the now extinct Ice Age cave lion.

The project is a joint venture by Russian and South Korean scientists at the Joint Foundation of Molecular Paleontology at North East Russia University in the city of Yakutsk.

Semyon Grigoriev, who is involved in the lion cub project, is also working on cloning a mammoth using the same process.

Let’s be real about this; these aren’t Jurassic Park shenanigans to bring about genetically-engineered five-ton carnosaurs able to break through 20-foot high concrete barriers.  This project, if successful, will bring about a few – and only a few – big cats very similar to big cats that people routinely keep in captivity all over the world, and have done so since Classical times.  Even if the mammoth cloning project succeeds, we’ll still have animals very similar to elephants which have also been successfully kept in captivity (and even domesticated) since Classical times.

Science!
Science!

I say do it.  I don’t buy the arguments about these animals being “extinct for a reason.”  They are extinct because the last major glaciation ended (oh, damn that global warming!) and the megafauna they relied on as prey largely disappeared along with the unique habitat created by the glaciers.  But we aren’t talking about producing a population of these critters and releasing them into the wild; we are talking about producing a very few animals for study.  They will be pampered, coddled, and contained.

This is what science is supposed to be – a journey of discovery.

Rule Five Animal Rights Kook Friday

2016_03_04_Rule Five Friday (1)“By their words shall you know them, and by their actions shall you judge them.”

The words and the actions of animal rights activists do not lead one to judge them generously.

In June of 2001, I did a horrible thing. I committed an act so vile, so unspeakable, that it has subjected me to everything from death threats to character assassination.

I’ve had objects thrown at my truck. I’ve been accosted in parking lots and threatened. I’ve received e-mailed death threats galore. I’ve been called everything but a child of God.

What was this act?

I published a book.

Misplaced Compassion: The Animal Rights Movement Exposed hasn’t made me a rich man. It will never make the New York Times Bestseller’s list for non-fiction. I didn’t write it for either of those purposes.

2016_03_04_Rule Five Friday (2)I wrote Misplaced Compassion to expose a dangerous agenda, to debunk one of the largest bodies of junk science ever assembled in one place, and to increase public awareness of a “movement” that hides behind a layer of deceit.

“Animal Rights” isn’t about animals. Not at all. It’s about control. It’s about sanctimonious self-righteousness. And not least of all, it’s about hate.

Yes, hate. Radical animal rights advocates do flavor their agendas with hate, and like most radical fringe movements, they do not tolerate dissent, or disagreement.

Here’s a quote from an email I received roughly two weeks after Misplaced Compassion was available:

“Mr. Clark. I hope you die a horrible death from krutzfeld-jacob(sic) disease.”

2016_03_04_Rule Five Friday (3)A few days later the following gem arrived, reproduced verbatim, spelling and grammatical errors intact:

“you are an evil man, i hope someone hunts you with a gun somtime, then your going to know how it feels. people like you should be shot at and chased with hounds until you die of exaustion.”

I’m very open about my love of hunting. Apparently that last anonymous e-mailer picked up on that. But that was only the beginning.

Compassion is of course, the main virtue animal rights supporters claim to possess in greater amounts than the rest of us. They care about animals; they care much more than you or I. They care so much that they feel entitled to dictate to the rest of us.

Of course, when I started promoting Misplaced Compassion on talk radio and on the Internet, the compassion directed towards my person by animal rights advocates became somewhat more, shall we say, enthusiastic.

In November of 2001, I was approached and obliquely threatened by a self-identified “ALF member” outside the Clearchannel radio studios in Englewood.

I’d just done two hours on KOA-AM’s Mike Rosen show, the number one talk radio show in the Denver market. The show went wonderfully; I was originally only scheduled for an hour, Mike asked me to stay for the second hour.

2016_03_04_Rule Five Friday (4)I’m fairly sure the young man waiting in the parking lot when I left the building was not one of the animal rights supporters who called in to the show. But he evidently felt strongly enough to wait for me outside the building. “You’re the animal killer,” he shouted at me as I walked out the studio’s front door. He walked halfway across the parking lot towards me, and shouted another name I won’t repeat here before realizing that I wasn’t about to be intimidated or shouted down.  Indeed, I began to walk faster, closing the gap quickly, ready for action.

After a moment of eye contact, he turned and walked away. But how might he have reacted if I’d been small, elderly, disabled, instead of large, young, healthy, visibly aggressive?

Later that month, a thrown object broke out one of the rear windows of my truck. Over the months to follow, I was the target of crank phone calls, e-mailed death threats, and so on.  It has now been fifteen years since Misplaced Compassion was released, and I still get the occasional hate mail.

Why all the vitriol?

The answer is simple. The animal rights agenda is based on a tissue of lies. Lies I laid bare for the world to see.

They lie when they say they ‘care’ about animals. By their actions shall we know them, after all, and the radical animal rights groups – groups like PeTA and the Humane Society of the United States, with multi-million dollar budgets – do nothing for animals.

Let me state that again, for emphasis.

They do nothing for animals.

They do nothing to help shelter animals find homes. With all of their millions of dollars, they could fund no-kill shelters, at least one in every state. They fund none.

They do nothing to help wildlife. With all of their millions of dollars, they could buy and preserve crucial habitat. They buy none. Hunter’s groups, in fact, completely shame them in this area, preserving vital wildlife habitat to the tune of tens of millions of acres.

They complain about the use of animals in research, but with all their millions, they do nothing to research alternatives. Indeed, they lie when they talk about ‘alternatives’ to the use of animals in research and medicine. The ‘alternatives’ they speak of – cell culture, in vitro testing – use animals as raw materials, even if they do not use them as subjects.

They complain about raising animals for food, but they cheerfully buy fresh fruits and vegetables at the supermarket, ignoring the butcher’s bill of small animals killed in plant agriculture. Rodents and birds in particular are killed en masse for their dinners, but as long as the bodies don’t end up on their vegan plates, they neither worry nor care.

The animal rights movement is overbearing self-righteousness parading as an ethical system, but that Emperor has no clothes, and the wrath of animal rights supporters is quick to lash at any who would point out their ethical nudity.

2016_03_04_Rule Five Friday (5)In early December 2001, my address and phone number were published briefly on a Yahoo animal rights message board. Yahoo pulled the post in accordance with their Terms of Service, but several hours had elapsed. In December of 2001 and January 2002, I received a series of phone calls, usually a few moments of silence followed by a hang-up. A couple of times I heard someone breathing, and in a couple other calls, someone shouted “murderer” before hanging up.

Harmless pranks? Maybe. Maybe not. People ‘case’ homes that way prior to break-ins. I started keeping a loaded .45 in my nightstand, and carrying a revolver in my truck. The calls continued for a period of several weeks. No break-ins were attempted, but I – and my family – remain vigilant, even to this day.

In Misplaced Compassion I outlined the four major character traits that, in twenty years of debate, I have learned are present to some degree in all animal rights advocates. Those four traits are:

  • Misplaced Compassion
  • Intellectual Laziness
  • Denial
  • Arrogance

While you see the first three when you engage animal rights supporters in debate – as I’ve done on radio shows, newspapers, the Internet and in person – it was the last that was displayed in wild abandon when Misplaced Compassion saw press.

And that’s the difference between supporters of totalitarian agendas – like animal right – and their opponents on the side of free society. It’s a hallmark of totalitarians that they will freely resort to threats, to violence, to silence their opponents.

By their words shall you know them, and by their actions shall you judge them.

Compassion? Or control?

You decide.

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Animal’s Travelogue

So, something a little different today.  Last weekend I had a Saturday and Sunday to kill in Massachusetts, and so I decided to explore.  It was a bright, sunny weekend.  I spent much of Saturday mooching around Cape Anne, mostly in Gloucester (which, for unknown reasons, is pronounced “Gloster”) and swung by the Lexington/Concord battle road in the afternoon.  Sunday I wandered down to Cape Cod, walked  a ways down a south-facing beach, then wandered up to Plymouth where I saw, among other things, a famous rock.  Photos follow.

Cape Anne/Gloucester:

Lexington/Concord (hallowed ground, this):

And, finally, Cape Cod and Plymouth.  I’m wondering if that’s actually really the rock – who knows?  But it’s in the right place.

Animal’s Science Tuesday News

Old BearThanks again to our friends at The Other McCain for the Rule Five links!

It turns out that a prehistoric monster bird roamed Ellesmere Island, in the high arctic, back in the Eocene.  Excerpt:

It’s official: There really was a giant, flightless bird with a head the size of a horse’s wandering about in the winter twilight of the high Arctic some 53 million years ago.

The confirmation comes from a new study by researchers from the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing and the University of Colorado Boulder that describes the first and only fossil evidence from the Arctic of a massive bird known as Gastornis. The evidence is a single fossil toe bone of the 6-foot tall, several-hundred-pound bird from Ellesmere Island above the Arctic Circle. The bone is nearly a dead ringer to fossil toe bones from the huge bird discovered in Wyoming and which date to roughly the same time.

The Gastornis (formerly Diatryma) fossil from Ellesmere Island has been discussed by paleontologists since it was collected in the 1970s and appears on a few lists of the prehistoric fauna there, said Professor Thomas Stidham of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing. But this is the first time the bone has been closely examined and described, he said. Gastornis fossils also have been found in Europe and Asia.

Gastornis was a monster indeed, a big bipedal critter with a head the size of a horse’s, bearing a big, heavy beak.

Gastornis.
Gastornis.

Gastornis would have been a fearsome sight indeed.  But should you have been frightened by the appearance of one of these big birds?  Maybe not; they may well have used those big beaks for crushing tough plant foods.  So, not such a terrifying sight.

Not such a fun hunt; at least not one bearing that touch of danger that makes hunting big apex predators exciting.

Terror Bird.
Terror Bird.

Not so much for their cousins the Phorusrhacids, who roamed the southern part of North America until a bit less than two million years ago.  These fellas were nasty – a big hooked beak that they apparently used to hammer prey into submission.  They were fast runners, too:  Imagine an ostrich on steroids with the beak, talons and dietary habits of an eagle.

Had I a time machine, that’s a bird I’d like to hunt.  They ranged up to nearly ten feet tall, but that’s not too big for my Thunder Speaker to take on; a .338 Win Mag should pack enough punch for one of these birds.

Still:  One would have to shoot accurately and fast.

It’s too bad that their only surviving relatives present no such challenge.  But that’s all the more reason to get some high-forehead types to build a working time machine.

Animal’s Hump Day News

I think I need one of these.

Triple LockThe pictured sixguns, True  Believers, are examples of the Smith & Wesson .44 Hand Ejector 1st Model ‘New Century,’ generally known as the Triple Lock and widely considered the finest double-action handgun ever made.  It’s a unique and iconic piece of American firearms history (and so good examples usually carry a fancy price) and a valuable weapon in the hands of any dedicated guntwist.

This revolver was the first of Smith & Wesson’s swing-out cylinder double action revolver, the first of the big N-frame guns, chambered originally in the very fine .44 Special and used by the late Elmer Keith and others to develop hot .44 Special loads that led to the rise of the .44 Magnum.

Happy Hump Day!
Happy Hump Day!

This was possible in part because of the feature that led to the name “Triple Lock” – a third locking lug on the cylinder crane, which made the big revolvers bank-vault solid.  There was an issue – it was an expensive feature, requiring fine machining, and some potential users considered them too prone to possible failure due to dirt in the action.  So, after producing only 15,376 examples, Smith & Wesson redesigned the gun into the 2nd Model, eliminating the third locking lug and the ejector shroud and dropping the price of the gun by $2 – not a bad sum in 1915.

Old guns are almost always a fair investment.  Unless mistreated, they never lose value.  A good quality sixgun like these old Smiths should, if properly cared for, last a century or more.  It wouldn’t be a bad inheritance for one of my grandsons somewhere in the middle of the 21st century.

Animal’s Daily News

The late great Elmer Keith.
The late great Elmer Keith.

Let’s talk about hats.

To the left is an example of a man who knew not only hats but also horses, sixguns, rifles, big and small game and much more – the great Elmer Keith, all-round master shootist, rancher, hunter, outdoorsman, adventurer and one of my personal heroes.  Now, take a look at that hat.

A good outdoorsman’s hat should protect the noggin from sun, rain, snow, bird droppings, and anything else that might fall from some height and do minor damage to or make a mess on one’s cranium.  It should include a chin strap to hold the hat firmly on the head on the windy days so common in much of the West.

Western Hat Store carries my personal favorite, the Laredo Fine Palm Straw Natural Gus Crown by Summit Hats of Houston, Texas – which western_hats_with_chin_strap_palm_top_view__48257.1410613967.500.600city I flew through only yesterday on my way to the Rio Grande country.  I like the Gus crown, so reminiscent of the big Tom Mix style (I have a big black Tom Mix Stetson, but that’s more of a out-on-the-town hat than a back-country bumaround.)  The Laredo has a broad, four-inch brim to protect head and neck from sun and rain.  With a scarf around the head it’s adequate into some pretty cold weather, and the tightly woven, heavy palm straw is water-resistant, durable and tough.  I have two of these, an old near-unto twenty year veteran that shows the scars of many days in rough country, and a newer one that I bought for wear around town and other, more polite surroundings, where the battered old example isn’t quite up to it any more.

On the trail.
On the trail.

The one weakness of the Laredo is its chin strap.  The issue strap is thin, rather fragile leather.  I recommend replacing it with a stout leather thong, which will more securely anchor your headgear against high winds.  I normally wear my chin strap around the back of my graying noggin, but a good wind will require moving it around under the chin to hold the hat in place.

An old hat is a treasure.  Like a good old 4×4 pickup, they wear their scars with pride, pride borne of being a well-used piece of a man’s essential equipment, able to withstand the slings and arrows of hard use and outrageous Western weather.

Now, I just need to collect a big prairie diamondback or two, so as to fashion myself a couple of snakeskin hatbands.

Rule Five Atlatl Friday

2015_11_27_Rule Five Friday (1)Here’s a bit of an outdoor challenge for you; a Missouri hunter took a 15-point (Eastern count) whitetail with an atlatl. Excerpt:

Missouri is a great place to hunt deer. In fact, it’s a place that makes it possible to harvest a trophy 15-point buck only four months after taking up one of hunting’s most challenging methods.

When Paul Gragg set out to bag a buck with an atlatl, his buddies gave him a hard time. “I heard all the jokes,” said Gragg of Defiance. “My friends were all laughing and teasing me about it.”

Gragg, age 49, is no stranger to hunting. He grew up on a farm where he was chasing deer with a bow and arrow by the age of 16. During his adulthood, pursuing trophy bucks has become his passion. Using various 2015_11_27_Rule Five Friday (2)methods including muzzleloader and archery, Gragg has managed to bag some big bucks at places like Peck Ranch, Eagle Bluffs and Howell Island Conservation Areas. “I’ve been fortunate enough to have good places to go and a lot of time doing it,” he said. “I think my top five bucks have an average score of 183 altogether.”

This time though he wanted a new challenge, which is why he took up the atlatl a mere four months before. The atlatl predates the bow and arrow. It is used to throw a 4-to-6-foot long, spear-like projectile known as a dart. The atlatl is a wooden shaft approximately a foot-and-a-half long with a socket or knock at the rear to engage the dart.

The dart is placed along the shaft with its back end resting in the socket or knock. The hunter grips the atlatl near its front end and performs a forward 2015_11_27_Rule Five Friday (3)throw using the upper arm and wrist. The flipping motion of the atlatl creates angular momentum that propels the dart with greater speed and power than can be achieved with the arm alone. Darts thrown from the weapon can achieve velocities of nearly 100 miles per hour. The method is legal throughout all portions of Missouri’s deer season, from Sept. 15 through Jan. 25.

 This really makes the challenge of hunting in blackpowder season, as loyal sidekick Rat and I did last September, kind of pale in comparison.

Seriously, Mr. Gragg deserves kudos for not only building an effective model of this most primitive weapon, but learning to use it effectively.  The atlatl is the simplest of weapons, using the very basic principle of leverage to basically extend the length of the throwers’ 2015_11_27_Rule Five Friday (4)forearm, and in so doing launch a dart – longer and heavier than an arrow, but not as heavy as a javelin – at great speed and force.

So now another project idea has arisen.

When I was a little tad, I actually fashioned crude atlatls from short pieces of wood and used them to launch equally crude darts made from sticks.  I don’t remember ever achieving any particular accuracy with them, nor did I ever take any of my intended quarries with them, even though I aimed my efforts and woodchucks, rabbits and squirrels rather than trophy whitetails.

Still – could one take an elk with an atlatl?  Or a moose?

2015_11_27_Rule Five Friday (5)Probably.  It’s highly probably a distant ancestor, say ten or twelve thousand years ago, may have done just that.  So why not?

I think I’ll have to get in some serious practice first.

Primitive weapons have an interesting appeal to those interested in hunting and the Manly Arts in general.  It takes a considerable amount of practice to master shooting a high-powered hunting rifle; more, in fact, than the uninitiated would suspect.  Archery tackle takes more practice still, and an atlatl?  Well, that’s a matter requiring a great deal of practice and dedication.  What about other primitive weapons?

I have a high tech, aluminum tubing blowgun kicking around the workshop someplace.  A few years ago I put in a good amount of 2015_11_27_Rule Five Friday (6)practice with that, and found I could place steel darts into a pop can at fifteen to thirty feet pretty reliably.  And the six-foot blowgun would sink those steel darts into a tree so soundly that one needed a pair of pliers to remove them.  And how about a sling?  The Old Testament David is rumored to have used one to good effect in bringing down old Goliath, and Roman slingers are known to have had pretty good results in rapping Gallic and Carthaginian heads with cobbles at some distance.  I am pretty confident my blowgun would kill grouse or rabbits, and with a bit of practice a good slinger could probably do likewise.

It’s fun to mess around with this sort of stuff.

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Rule Five Man Test Friday

Take the Animal Man Test!  I first came up with this a few years back.  Count one for every point you can answer in the affirmative; your total score is, well, your total score.  Grading is at the end.  Feel free to post your results!

2015_10_09_Rule Five Friday (1)Personal Hygiene
1. I use soap in the shower. A bar of soap.
2. I do not use body washes.
3. I do not trim or pluck my eyebrows.
4. I do not get manicures.
5. I do not put any lotions, oils, balms or creams on my body unless there is some purpose either medicinal or sexual.
6. I have a “haircut,” not a “hair style.”
7. I can wash my hair with soap and a washcloth.
8. I do not wear cologne. Perfume is for girls. Aftershave is acceptable, as long as it’s Old Spice.
9. I can go from ‘asleep’ to ‘ready to leave for work/movie/date’ in under fifteen minutes.

2015_10_09_Rule Five Friday (2)Personal Style
10. I own a pair of cowboy boots or engineer boots.
11. I own more than one pair of cowboy boots and/or engineer boots.
12. I own a cowboy hat.
13. I own more than one cowboy hat.
14. I own more than one cap with a logo from either a car company, heavy equipment manufacturer, or an agricultural supplier.
15. I do not use an umbrella. If it rains, I have caps and hats.
16. I know the difference between a cap and a hat.
17. I own a leather jacket.
18. I own a black leather jacket.
19. I have scars.
20. I have scars that I brag about.
21. I have scars from gunshot wounds.
22. I carry a pocketknife.
23. I hang stuff on my belt.

2015_10_09_Rule Five Friday (3)Driving
24. I can drive a manual transmission.
25. I can drive a motorcycle.
26. I can drive a commercial truck.
27. I can operate almost any vehicle on two, four or more wheels, from a motorbike to a five-ton truck.
28. I can operate tracked machinery (i.e. Caterpillar.)
29. I can operate a light airplane.
30. I own a truck.
31. I own a four-wheel drive truck.
32. My truck has branch scrapes and rock chips. Lots of them.
33. I carry jumper cables in my truck.
34. I carry a high-lift jack in my truck.
35. I carry a tow strap in my truck.
36. I carry an axe in my truck.
37. I carry a gun in my truck.

2015_10_09_Rule Five Friday (4)Outdoors
38. I can navigate with map and compass.
39. I can navigate by orienteering.
40. I can run a chainsaw.
41. I can start a fire without match or lighter.
42. I am proficient with a pistol
43. I am proficient with a rifle.
44. I am proficient with a shotgun.
45. I can make improvised traps.
46. I can capture, kill, prepare and cook wildlife.
47. I can catch fish with purchased fishing tackle.
48. I can catch fish with fishing tackle improvised from materials obtained in the wild.
49. I can build an improvised shelter with materials obtained in the wild.

2015_10_09_Rule Five Friday (5)Entertainment
50. I do not see “chick” movies unless there is a chance that I might get sex afterwards by so doing.
51. John Wayne is, very nearly, a deity.
52. I love Westerns. Especially John Wayne Westerns.
53. I enjoy movies that feature:
•    Hot vampire chicks in black leather.
•    Hot any kind of chicks in black leather.
•    Hot any kind of chicks.
•    Killer androids.
•    Killer aliens.
•    Zombies.
•    Hot vampire android alien zombie chicks.
54. Tom Cruise is the result of a Communist plot to demoralize America by subjecting us to crappy acting.

2015_10_09_Rule Five Friday (5a)Food
55. Vegetarian, my ass. Give me a steak.
56. The four major food groups are: Steak, pizza, beer and cheeseburgers.
57. Real men eat any damn thing they want.
58. I love bacon with near-religious passion.
59. All foods should be served with home fries and/or corn bread.
60. Everything’s better with Tabasco.

Scoring:
Total up the number of question you can honestly answer “yes.”
55+ – You’re a manly man in the manliest form.
50+ – Your testosterone level is normal, but you’re not blowing up anyone’s skirts.
< 50 – Oh, for crying out loud, cowboy up already.

I don’t make these rules. I’m just telling you what they are.

Notes on my own score:
Of course I scored 60/60, I wrote the meme.
5. Trust me, you do not want to know.
14. Mine include Ford, CAT Diesel Power, J&W Meat Processing and Pioneer Seed.
21. Yes, I really do.
29. I can, but it’s been a long time. A looooonnnng time.

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Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!
Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Just a few short notes on this sunny western Labor Day.

First and foremost, thanks again to The Other McCain for the Rule Five links!  Be sure to check out the extensive totty compendium at the link.

How To Make A Meltdown-Proof Nuclear Reactor.  Which is something we need more of.  Let us hear it for real clean energy.

Cats Don’t Need Their Owners.  No shit.  Cats in general are only marginally “domesticated” and readily go feral.  Feral cats are a plague on songbird populations, as well.

The Feds Fund Quackery.  Add this to a long, long list of bullshit funded by the Imperial government.

2016 may be a big year in batteries.  Given the explosion in personal technology, this comes as no surprise.

And now, the Tooele County dove population beckons.  Happy Labor Day,  True Believers!

Girl Hunter

Animal’s Daily Grouse

Dusky Grouse
Dusky Grouse

Here in Utah as in our own Colorado, the season on forest grouse opens early – September 1st in both places.  Grouse are frequently taken as a tasty camp diet supplement during deer and elk hunts, but they can make for a fun hunt all on their own.

In Colorado, we only have the Duskies, which (at least when it comes to young birds) aren’t always hard to take.  Mrs. Animal has taken quite a few with a .22 target pistol, and yr. obdt. routinely pops them with an old Colt Officer’s Target in .22LR as well.  Young birds tend to fly to the nearest branch and stare down at you.  Later in the season, the survivors and the mature birds are spooked enough to make for good wingshooting.

But here in northern Utah, there are Ruffed Grouse living alongside the Duskies, and they are a whole different story.  Ruffies flush like mad and fly fast and crooked, weaving between trees and slamming down into the thickest cover they can find, and one would swear they leave smoke trails through the forest.  The Old Man was a master at picking out a gap in the trees and arranging for a charge of #7 1/2 birdshot to arrive at the same time as a fleeing grouse, a skill I have yet to perfect.  Then again, he used the same shotgun for sixty years, while I have the unfortunate collector’s bug when it comes to shooting irons.

Ruffed Grouse
Ruffed Grouse

But this fall I’ll get some more practice on the fast-flying Ruffies, beginning on Labor Day weekend.  A few early scouting trips has revealed some promising bird thickets within a short drive of the digs here in Layton, and in fact the Old Man’s old shotgun is here with me.  Maybe some of the luck he always had with it will rub off?  I’d also like to try out my recently restored, light-and-fast 16 gauge Model 12 on grouse – there I go with the collector’s bug again, but one takes one’s fun where one finds it.

Beginning in September, look for some hunt reports.