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Skipjack Joe
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The Longest Silence
Dennis,
I wrote on another thread that most critics of fishermen don't really understand them. Here's a guy who does. Thomas McGuane wrote a wonderful
collection of short stories in "Outside Chance" with the best one being The Longest Silence. It starts this way -
What is emphatic in angling is made so by the long silences - the unproductive periods. For the ardent fisherman, progress is toward the kinds of
fishing that are never productive in the sense of the blood riots of the hunting-and-fishing periodicals. Their illusions of continuous action evoke
for him, finally, a condition of uttter, mortuary boredom. Such an angler will always be inclined to find the gunnysack artists of the heavy kill
rather cretinoid, their stringerloads of gaping fish appalling.
No form of fishing offers such elaborate silences as fly-fishing for permit. The most successful permit fly-fisherman in the world has very few
successful catches to describe to you. ... Even the guides allow enthusiasm to shine through their cool, professional personas. I once asked one who
specialized in permit if he liked fishing for them. "Yes, I do," he said reservedly,"but about the third time the customer asks, 'Is they good to
eat?' I begin losing interest".
The reason I bring this up is because here is an explanation of increasing fishing pleasure by actually catching less fish. If fishing pleasure rests
on killing them then why are fishermen moving in the opposite direction?
When I was a kid in California all the rivers were 'put-and-take' fisheries. That changed due to pressure from anglers. Many of the best rivers are
all now catch-and-release with size limits. That's resulted in a far more demanding fishery. The result of all this has been:
a. less fish are brought back home (almost never).
b. far less fish are hooked because wild fish are much smarter.
c. the time spent per fish caught is much greater than before.
In fact the rivers that are at the top of any fisherman's destination, e.g. Henry's Fork, are almost impossible to fish. A 2 fish is a rare
achievement.
Why, then, Dennis. Why has the angling community done all this to further fishing pleasure when you say that killing and hurting fish is the main form
of pleasure? In fact, history shows the opposite - a REDUCTION of killing and a REDUCTION of hooked fish has increased angling pleasure. That's a
fact.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Russ
"judgemental"
Especially today. "judgemental" would be anyone disagreeing with your judgement is wrong. KaBOOM
Narrow minded zealots |
I have yet to see here a convincing arguement for the justification for killing anything by species. I know there are compelling reasons for doing so
in controlled circumstances, but all you Masters of the Blind Arguement don't seem to have them in your arsenal. Not enough room in there because of
all the fish hooks and bullets I suppose.
Keep trying, boys. Maybe one of you will stumble across something that makes sense.
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In n Out Meat
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Where's the meat coming from for that In-and-Out... |
Most of the hamburger meat for In N Out comes from a meat packing plant in Hanford Calilifornia. It is not prime steer meat but mostly that of Dairy
Cows that have been determined to no longer bring profit to the Dairy farmer through a very high tech monitoring system.
Esteban
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| Quote: | Originally posted by estebanis
| Quote: | Originally posted by J.P.
Where's the meat coming from for that In-and-Out... |
Most of the hamburger meat for In N Out comes from a meat packing plant in Hanford Calilifornia. It is not prime steer meat but mostly that of Dairy
Cows that have been determined to no longer bring profit to the Dairy farmer through a very high tech monitoring system.
Esteban |
I wonder if the new "In N Out" La Paz JesseBurgers are made from over the hill almost dead cows.
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THE HUNTING THREAD - CHAPTER 2
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“Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians. “
Jacques Yves Cousteau
THE HUNTING THREAD – CHAPTER 2 - ‘FRIENDSHIP’..and some other personal stuff.
First, many thanks from Up North Baja to all who have contributed to this thread about Hunting and Hunters….AND TO THOSE WHO EMAILED ME TO REPOST THIS
after I removed it yesterday. I apologize for listening to those damn 'voices'. 
Plus I think that this ‘friendship’ post might be apropos to the outpouring of good will and fellowship extended to our amigos, Ron & Cristina.
Damn fine people who need some TLC at this point. ‘Nuff said…on with the post about hunting and friends.
HUNTING.
One of the many things that I like about The Hunt is that it indeed strengthens friendships. Hunting together creates bonds that last a lifetime.
Therefore this part of my thread is going to be a celebration of some fine Hunting friends….Life
friends.
Note:
I like hunting and how it forms solid, lasting relationships. Also, I DO like writing & sharing thoughts and feelings about
experiences, travels, and good friends. And I sincerely hope you like reading about them….
…...otherwise I can get 'real boring' telling you about this ND weather we’re having. 
FRIENDSHIP?
Many people's understanding of friendship in northern societies is rather thin. When approaching the notion of friendship, our first problem is a
lack of firmly agreed and socially acknowledged criteria for what makes a person a friend?
In one setting we may describe someone as a friend, in another the label may seem less appropriate. What defines a friend?
For example, Aristotle suggests that the traditional idea of friendship has three components:
-'Friends must enjoy each other's company
- they must be useful to one another,
-and they must share a common commitment to the good'
Hunting provides all three…and very well.
Commentators like Ray Pahl have argued that friendship is becoming an increasingly important 'social glue'. Today, many societies are held together by
very different social bonds than from three centuries before. The act of Hunting reflects our society's belief that loving or honoring a person or an
endeavor gives us the confidence to believe in ourselves and fulfill all our hopes and dreams, ergo... make us happy.
As so this thread about Hunting continues…. with the theme of ‘friendship’ in mind.…I hope!
Yes, yes.. there WILL be some discussion later: There are further hunting concepts to explore...like Why we Hunt and KILL.....but that chapter is yet
to come.
Like I said, this part of the thread is about Friendship. Kind of like Peace, Love, and Fish Tacos, si?
'BUILDING RELATIONSHIPS' - ‘CAMRADERIE’
Hunting Creates Friends For Life
”MI COMPADRE, RANDY”
……………………1949 North Dakota Buds………………………………………………………………….62 years later Still Buds in North Dakota
What can I say about best friend and hunting buddy, Randy? He is part of me.
We were born 2 months apart in the same Mayberry-like rural area of ND. Our folks were country people on working ranches. We were babies in the same
bassinette when our moms rolled us around our ranch. Already hunting life’s experiences, no doubt....which were most likely butterflies landing on
our noses?
We’ve been inseparable ever since, even during the very busy times of our different careers.
Hunting is in our blood by way of our parents and forefathers. Everyone hunted some…and some better than others. Indeed,
hunting is a common bond of our surrounding rural community, where group pheasant and deer drives were attended by 50-60 neighbors/friends from far
& wide. These were 3-4 day events, with turkey shoots, a polka, and a huge barbeque as the finale. Back in the day, neighbors in those ND
boondocks were not exactly just down the block....or even just over the hill.
Our fathers and uncles hunted together and shared a common love of wilderness and appreciation of natural things. They passed this knowledge on to
us…and also the responsibility that accompanies it. We made good choices of parents…Randy and I. 
Randy and I ...best of friends throughout our lives of hunting & fishing together…enjoying Nature. From birth to
present day, we are a team in the field! And it's a damn good thing that at least ONE of us can hit what he's aiming at!! Right,
Chief Thunderpants?
Whatever would I do without you?.......or your license for that extra limit? 
By the way, you are a very good fisherman!
Both Randy and I are members of Pheasants Forever and contribute funds annually to the preservation of natural habitat and
the promotion of conservative hunting limits. That fact certainly increases our upland bird hunting enjoyment….which includes pheasants, Hungarian
partridge, sharptail grouse, ruffed grouse, sage hens, prairie chicken, pinnated grouse, Franklins grouse, spruce grouse, fools hen, quail, doves,
chickadees, canaries, robins, parakeets, and the odd Pterosaur.
At his comfortable residence in Lake Elmo, MN…Randall makes some great Thanksgiving Egg Nog con Brandy for Co-pilot and me.
He lives in his own nature preserve ..(no, he does not hunt there)…with wild turkey, raccoon, and deer coming to his patio door. Geese fly overhead
and poop on him.
Using an IQ that is off the charts, Randy was a very successful research scientist and company director for 3-M, besides doing some super-secret
STUFF for the US Navy Weapons Dept that he is close-mouthed about even to this day…dammit. . Now finally retired with a few well-earned patents
and a golden parachute from 3-M.
Randy’s golden in more ways than that parachute….indeed, a golden heart....and the most upbeat, generous, and caring person I know. He is blessed
with a lovely and loving wife, Ginny.
Randy also has a great resolve and presence of mind. He’s been fighting Parkinson’s since 2004, but never alludes to his never-ending battle. His
love of the hunt keeps him focused on supporting wildlife in a big way. . I'm Damn proud of you, amigo.
As a comparison to Randy’s impressive intellect, here I display my own IQ , which does not register any number at all. We are returning the kitchen
favor to Randy with some fresh-hunted cabrilla and cold brews at my place in Coyote Bay, Baja.
Ah, Randy…My life would not be the same without you as my best friend & hunting companion. I love you as a brother.
We’ve taken some kind of hunting and adventure travel around the globe together each year since we turned 14. (that first year we made a U-turn around
the continental USA) .
We’ve canoed the remote rivers of Far North Canada…’true’ wilderness. We’ve floated for peac-ck bass on the Amazon, hunted mallards on the Nile and
silver teal in Uruquay and Argentina. We’ve waded the shallows of Christmas Island and laughed our burros off at the rocketing bonefish.
We look forward to each new adventure-hunt, while sorting through our gear and eagerly plotting a new hunt to whoever is choosing the place
that year. Now, after more than 50 years of hunting & fishing together, we’ve seen a lot of the world, but we still some treks to make, right
amigo?
”Hasta Pronto, amigos! See you guys in Baja and Panama this winter. We’ll have lots of red on hand…and even a dirty martini or two for
those stimulating conversations.”
ANOTHER life-long friendship that started with a Hunting Trip:
THE TWO ROGERS
...........................................Me .............................. My late dear friend, Roger Page
nomad 'aquaholic'
HUNTING brought us together that first time..and love of nature was the glue that sealed our friendship over many years. Above we are back
from a fun 1965 smelt hunt on Lake Superior’s feeder streams. Bagged and sold to Red Owl grocery stores for 10 cents a pound….paid for our gas and
beer.
Like with Randy, Roger and I did pretty much anything connected to nature, wilderness, and wildlife. And…we managed to play a little poker and
shoot some pool along the way. Way back in the day, Roger followed my lead to discover Baja…and he fell in love, too…in more ways than one.
(explanation: A few of us pirates shanghaied his future wife for him off of a sailboat anchored in Sta. Rosalia…but that’s a whole different story.)
Myself, Roger, and my Dad with others aboard the trimaran “Meshach” 1988 Baja’s SOC
Note: We are now going to take a Short Story detour:
Two of Roger’s many close friends were a veteran SOC sailor named John and his first mate and wife, Christy. Their shore home at that time was Chula
Vista, Ca. Roger and his wife, Karen also lived in San Diego when not in Baja and often baby-sat for John and Christy’s son, Lucas.
A bunch of years ago in Baja, I met John thru Roger and enjoyed many good times sailing the Cortez with John and his wife, Christy….. before his
tragic and fatal ultra-light plane accident near their home in Wyoming, 2004. John was a very kind and plain person, plus a highly decorated war-hero
in Vietnam. His love of hunting and wilderness areas paralleled mine and Roger’s. We hunted quail, doves, ducks, and mule deer together several
times in Baja and mainland Mexico.
I knew this mild-mannered and quiet John W. for about 6 years before finding out by sheer accident that he was also a member of a very unique and
wealthy family.
One winter, long ago, I had been invited by John to his home in Chula Vista, Ca . It was his father’s birthday celebration. I remember packing on
ice a nice big yellowtail to roast over the grill. I arrived and was introduced to John’s father, Sam, a very nice man with a pleasing southern
drawl…like John’s. Said Happy Birthday, Mr. Walton and shook his hand....and then went inside the old restored home for a cold brew.
My buddy, Roger, came over to me and said…”You really don’t have a clue as to who you just met…DO you?” I said, “Yes I do, that’s John’s dad, dummy.
Nice guy, too, just like John.” Roger said, “Okay..pay good attention now. Sam? Walton? Sam Walton? Walmart?
Duh?? Ring any bells, dufus?” Needless to say…I was discombobbilated.
But in reality, you’d never remotely imagine John as the son of multi-billionaire Sam Walton.. or imagine John himself as one of the world’s richest
people at the time. John was in the books at around 6 billion dollars in 1988, I believe. Whew! That’s a pile of pesos.
Not unexpectedly, my bosom buddy, Roger, attracted good people…and vice versa. Good hunting experiences and good attitudes about the natural world
promoted our mutual friendships.
(Anecdote to this short story: John also became a good friend to my father when my visiting family was invited for a day’s cruise aboard ‘Meshack’
out of Coyote Bay. Dad and John hit it off pretty good...sharing some similar hunting and military experiences, I suspect. A year later, 1989,
when my father was close to his final days in a cancer ward in Fargo, John flew there to visit him…because John was a caring man. I know that visit
pleased my father very much. The world loses too many good men like my father and John and Roger…some of the too few good guys. I sincerely believe
their mutual love of hunting and it’s traditions helped to give them their strength of character….and that is MY opinion, of course)
Roger and I took many Far North trips to wilderness areas….some we drove thru logging trails to reach, some we flew to, and some we canoed and
portaged to…but wherever we went our most precious equipment was our love of The Hunt. While backpacking or canoeing, we would only shoot to eat, but
we were young hungry men and ate often. Rabbits and fools hen at
portages, ducks paddling the sloughs; deer was far too much meat, so those were not hunted...nor were moose and elk. I can’t say I would like a
steady diet of porcupine…a mite greasy. Walleyes were everywhere in the lakes and rivers. Without a doubt the best eating fish in the world…BAR
NONE! We pone-assed them.
Lots of times in the summers, Roger and I also took my old 16’ Lund on many hunts to Far North Canada…and some rather dangerous boat-camping
excursions into the ‘bush’.
Then, in the winters, we would gather with friends like Prof. John at mi casa on The Hill near Posada in the Bay of Conception. We had sooo many
great times….Life is good…and full of camaraderie amongst fellow hunters.
MORE ON ROGER
We met in 1963 on a whitefronted goose hunt near Minot, ND and became instant best friends. Hunting, fishing, and the natural world were the
catalysts of our close friendship, which lasted throughout the USA, Canada, all over South America, parts of Europe, and finally to Baja, where Roger
purchased my old house on the hill above Posada community. We had SOME kind of times. A nicer guy you never meet. A true gentleman in every
respect. People would talk of Roger as one of the most polite and brightest people they had ever met. All who met him liked him instantly….as I did.
Roger passed after a long fight with cancer. I spent that last summer with him in Seattle. We rehashed every greenhead, pronghorn, and muley buck we
had ever hunted over many whiskey sodas.
Good flights, amigo, and keep ‘em flying up there. Your boots, cap, call, and coat on my porch.. Your favorite Winchester 101 OU is hanging over the
fireplace. You are with me and All is well, compadre.
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Scene from my Coyote casa veranda:
Hunting friends gather in Baja ---Randy (The Purple Sage), Roger (aquaholic), and new amigo,
George (Don Jorge) all visit a few days at mi Coyote Casa about 3 years ago.
A very poignant visit. It was to be Roger’s/aquaholic’s last time in Baja before passing away the following year at his home in Seattle. He knew his
time was coming fast, and would never let on to us….but we knew anyway.
Every morning for a few years previous, Randy, Roger, and I would have a 3-way coffee get-together via our computers over the Internet. Randy in
Lake Elmo, MN…Roger in Seattle…and me in Coyote Bay. We called it the Baja Triangle as we all loved this place so much.
Those were some very rewarding and valuable times…greetings, topics of the day, plus talking about all our hunts together
over the years. Damn…how I miss the 3-way morning talks….and setting out those decoys with Rog.
Hunting friends from varied professions and political beliefs. Hunters cover all walks of life…literally. Our common bonds are
preserving wildlife and the environment.
Top left pic: 2004. Organic farmer & Nomad Don Jorge on a ND pheasant shoot, second from right.
Bottom left pic: 2009. Military. Gavin and Dad, Munga. Check the son's height compared to Dad's.
Top right pic: 1999. Lifelong hunter-compadres dentist Mike (liberal) and research scientist Randy (conservative) gather willows for goose blind
material.
Bottom right pic: 1987. Sandhill crane hunters and friends for life. Munga is very young..2nd from left. I am kneeling in the middle.
“The Crane Wreck” ……………..Folks from very different backgrounds, occupations, and philosophical positions… but they all are
Hunters.
Here we are after a sandhill crane hunt in ND near my Duk Shak.
From Left to Right - hunting friends: occupations and their political positions:
fighter pilot .....................conservative
military commander...........conservative except with ammo
NYC detective w/wife.........liberals
Baja bum........................believes in tooth fairy
artist, sculptor..................charmingly ultra liberal
auto-insurance exec..........disgustingly liberal
banker/skeet-trap expert....sexily liberal
Sept 6, 2011..present day. You can see that son Gavin is fast catching up to Dad, Munga. The before photo above is just 2 hunting seasons ago.
Here’s a photo of our crew from 6 years ago in our Duk Shak cantina. As you can see, Gavin’s a tadpole here, but has the beginning love of Hunting,
like his dad. Kids grow so dang fast, so it’s great that the memories of their younger-day hunts will be with them forever. Tradition is not gone,
just clouded a bit in non-hunting families…or so it seems to me.
I should explain a bit right now about why I felt compelled to write about a subject that I knew would generate a lot of honest & heartfelt
flak from folks I like and respect……true nature lovers like me ...
....and of course, my bloodthirsty previous Co-pilot. 
..................................................................................."Tesoro! Hunt one of these pretty buffalo animals, I
use my knife on you, amore..zip-zip!"
“POOR ANIMALS!! PIG!! AND WHAT have you done with their BREASTS?? MALEDETTO PERVERTITO!! ” Co-Pilot casually mentioned
when inspecting a dinner at the cleaning table some time ago.
But, Hey!,,, she’s Italian-emotional …and sort of good-looking..
Anyway..…so why make myself such an easy target in this photo shoot from the Far North about HUNTING? AND on a forum that is so predominately
anti-hunter??
My answer is quite simple…If I win just one of you readers over to love or become better informed about REAL hunting and REAL hunters,
then it is worthwhile. Hey, America is on enough of a slippery slope already.
(Plus I have a high tolerance to pain, having been married twice to beautiful women with excellent shooting skills.)
One step program: "My name is Roger and I am a Hunter." .....Lock n’ load, nomads. I did.
Hunters don’t hide their enthusiasm for The Hunt. We’re pretty open about our passion and will bore you to death with our experiences and feelings.
In my case, most everyone I meet soon learns I'm a lifelong hunter/fisherman, outside guy and always have some gamefood on the grill. The fish,
antelope, muledeer, and mother-in-law mounts on the wall in my game room are a giveaway, I suspect.
So I'm continuously being asked at patio parties and fancy soirees THIS QUESTION:
Why I hunt with a gun and kill?…. when we could just as easily stalk our prey with a camera or binoculars, just for the
thrill of being up close with a deer, turkey, or other game animal?
BECAUSE USING A PLUNGER JUST WOULDN’T BE THE SAME!!
To be continued naturally, cuz I’m eager to talk… and hopefully promote… HUNTING.
SALUD, RON & CRISTINA! BEST WISHES, GOOD LUCK, AND HEAL FAST. WE NEED YOU BACK HERE, MUY PRONTO!.
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I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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Dennis, I hope you're having a good time with this cuz I don't believe a word you're typing.
Bahia Concepcion where life starts...given a chance!
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Five hour and no response to my last post. Lets go over it:
You: said that the essence of hunting and fishing is killing
I: said that killing isn't it because given the option under different circumstances there is no killing.
then
You: said killing without foreplay is meaningless and vice versa.
I: said that foreplay without killing is what most fisherman prefer to do.
Then
You: said it's not about killing. It's about the torture that's involved in the foreplay.
I: said that most fishermen are more satisfied without any 'torture' at all. No fish on the line.
Then
You: ?
I have to assume that somehow we are now getting pleasure of the ANTICIPATION of torture. That is we pursue these living things with the warm feeling
of how it will be WHEN they're on the line.
Somehow it reminds me of Jimmy Carter's confession of how he felt he had commited adultery by lusting after a woman.
Either way you've come a long way from your original assertions at the beginning of this thread.
Actually, I don't think you know much about either hunting or fishing. I suspect that you had such a visceral reaction to either one and that you
never went any further. You might try flyfishing without the hook. There are people who do it. There is the understanding gained of the same thrill
people get without any guilt.
Oh, oh. gotta go. The 49er season opener is starting. Maybe we'll get lucky and get a couple of broken collar bones today!
Now there's an interesting parallel:
You say we watch football for the broken collar bones and I say that they are simply a by product of the game and have little to do with it's
attraction.
Hmmmmmmm. I think we're on fertile ground here.
Bye.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skipjack Joe
Five hour and no response to my last post. |
oooops...didn't see it. I'll be back.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skipjack Joe
The reason I bring this up is because here is an explanation of increasing fishing pleasure by actually catching less fish. If fishing pleasure rests
on killing them then why are fishermen moving in the opposite direction? |
What percentage are going to the other side? Is it known? Perhaps fewer are practicing C&R but more environmentally friendly authors are writing
about 'cause that stuff sells.
How are the sales of barbless hooks doing these days?
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Many of the best rivers are all now catch-and-release with size limits. That's resulted in a far more demanding fishery. |
The catch is synonamous with the kill. I said that earlier. Release one and it gives the opportunity to kill again.
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c. the time spent per fish caught is much greater than before. |
The more time spent on a fish, the more damage done to the flesh. Is that supposed to be good?
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Why, then, Dennis. Why has the angling community done all this to further fishing pleasure |
Told you why.The catch is the kill. The release is the self-dilusional act of mercy that elevates the angler to the giver of life.
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when you say that hurting fish is the main form of pleasure? |
Never said that. I wouldn't because I know full well that most, if not all of fishermen couldn't care less about the fish's pain.....which of course
they do have. That's what causes them to fight.
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In fact, history shows the opposite - a REDUCTION of killing and a REDUCTION of hooked fish has increased angling pleasure. That's a fact.
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How is there a reduction of "Hooked" fish? Seems there may be a reduction of cleaned fish, but not a reduction of maimed fish.
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Dennis,
You've misunderstood virtually everything I've written. Please reread again and try to make sense of it.
Otherwise lets drop the matter.
If you were up on the subject it would be clearer. Most fishermen themselves don't fully understand what motivates them. For a non-fisherman to
understood the soul of a fisherman would have been pretty incredible.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skipjack Joe
If you were up on the subject it would be clearer. Most fishermen themselves don't fully understand what motivates them. For a non-fisherman to
understood the soul of a fisherman would have been pretty incredible. |
Sounds like a stream full of Thorazine patients, Igor.
I fully understand myself and the points I clearly make. I do.
I even understand people who don't understand me. I do that too.
But....to say there are fifty million people that don't understand why they do what they do.....well, that's going to require some deep thought on my
part.
And here all this time I simply thought those fifty million people just wanted to kill a fish. I had no idea they were just overwhelmed with love and
understanding for the creatures.
Now I know. 
Sorry that I've been distracted by that other thread today. It kinda took my mind off of my points. I'll be back......you can count on it. 
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Hunters and Gatherers and etc.
The responses the the hunting thread were, at some point, extremely vicious, from people with no experience of the way of living that includes hunting
to live.
In review, my post is ignorant, but I am leaving it in place.
I grew up in the suburbs, and did not have to hunt to survive.
Gypsy Jan
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\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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Got my tree stands ready, sighting-in my rifle next week. By the way, this morning a grizzly killed a bear hunter about 8 miles from where I live. One
of his hunting partners shot and killed the grizzly. 
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Gypsy Jan
The responses the the hunting thread were, at some point, extremely vicious, from people with no experience of the way of living that includes hunting
to live.
In review, my post is ignorant, but I am leaving it in place.
I grew up in the suburbs, and did not have to hunt to survive.
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I, on the other hand, grew up in the north woods of Minnesota in the 1950's and game was an important food source for our family. While we raised and
butchered our own beef, pork, and chickens there was wild game for the taking and our lives would have been harder had we not had that food source. I
think I ate more venison than any other meat while growing up and I am still very fond of it. I was never an avid hunter but others in the family
were better at it so it didn't matter if I hunted or not. We never killed an animal, wild or domestic, that wasn't consumed and to do otherwise was
unthinkable. My brothers and I fished at any opportunity since we all loved being on the river and if we brought home fresh fish for the table that
was a bonus. I haven't hunted in decades but never turn down a package of venison when it is offered to me. I fish once in a while but if I catch
enough for dinner I'm happy. While in Baja I enjoy the great fresh fish but am happy to let Pompano and others catch it.
I have never understood "trophy hunting" but am pretty non-judgemental about it. Sort of like my attitude toward alcohol and drugs: I am a
teetotaler but not a prohibitionist.
BTW. I just came from IN n OUT where I had a double mustard grilled burger, no cheese, grilled onions. Don't care where the beef came from, it was
GOOD!
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Where is pompano's post about friendship? Read it around 3:30 and now there is no trace.
Look, if you have something to say do it in a respectful manner. Some of these posts read like flames.
He stated, as I recall, that the board is overwhelmingly anti-hunting. I don't agree with that perception at all.
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Dennnis, it seems that your 'weapons of choice' are words--- used to maim all who disagree with you. You slice and dice your way thru the boards
verbally slaughtering anyone for disagreeing with you. No catch and release for you. 'Straight to the heart' with your 'best shot' for the kill.
And no bag limits for you. Verbal death dispensed without a care. Just sayin,-----If the shoe fits------
I like to fish, not really a hunter, but I always enjoy Pompano's posts, along with a good burger. I guess I'm next.
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I guess I'm next. |
Thanks for the invitation to a war, but I'll pass. 
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Hunting is a unique experience. Something about being out in the wilds, the weather, and all! Could be just as happy with a camera, taking pictures.
But!!! I do like the taste of game. Elk
, venison, a few geese, ducks, grouse, turkey.
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Pompano, Yea, about 8 miles east of our house. Thick country with lots of underbrush. The crest is around 6,000 ft. Open's up on the top, nice saddle
where you can see for a couple 100 yrds. Haven't been up there in a year or two. Lucky me?
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DENNIS
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Hunting......Why is it good when man does it, but bad when a Bear tries his paw at it?
Maybe you guys shouldn't call it hunting. Call it "Thinning" or something self-righteous like that.
You power-**** frauds hate when the playing field is leveled.
"Oh sht...call the police. My hunting trip went bad."
Just like punks in an HOA who start a fight with their neighbor and lose. 
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