December 12, 2019

A Very Appropriate Comment

The person who sent me this comment, I will not name, nor does he/she know I am going to post it. I don’t think it was intended to be posted on this site but I also feel quite confident that he/she wouldn’t mind at all. Please enjoy this as much as I did.

This is why they say animal law is a joke: all other areas of law study the rights and obligations that flow back and forth between the parties. With animals, the obligations flow only one way because animals are incapable of moral responsibility and therefore giving them rights is pure nonsensical fantasy.
Besides, my dog won’t mind not getting rights. I know this because the whole time I talked to him about this he ignored me. Instead, he sat in the middle of the living room floor in front of everyone licking the place under the base of his tail.


Some of My Favorite H.L. Mencken Quotes

“In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.” [and Democrat]

“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out… without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane, intolerable.”

“The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.”

“Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.”

“It is inaccurate to say that I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office.”

“The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.”

“I believe that it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant.”

“A judge is a law student who marks his own examination papers.”

“A newspaper is a device for making the ignorant more ignorant and the crazy crazier.”

“Every election is a sort of advance auction sale of stolen goods.”

“An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.”


Attention Readers!

Please be patient as I work to resolve Disqus commenting issues. I am changing settings, among other things, trying to reduce or eliminate the disgusting, crude, vial, perverted and generally non constructive and undesirable comments from trolls and animal rights perverts attempting to destroy this website.

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The more frustrated I become with Disqus, the more I am inclined to return to the standard WordPress commenting system of which I have control over and not some third party company that really doesn’t have my interest at heart.

If I decide to make the change, once again I ask for your patience. You may have to re register and then get my approval first. It is my intention to make the commenting process, not only one in which I don’t have to spend my valuable time moderating (babysitting), but an experience for readers that is adult in nature and educational.

Thank you.


Generation “Y” Yuppies

I’ve always been scoffed at for being a realist. No, not saying I’m a realist but actually being/living a life as a realist. I told my children when they were growing up to live within what is real for them and never expect to be anything you want to be but to work at being the best you can be. And work hard, not expecting handouts. I recall one day a conversation with my son in which I said, “Set your goals to be realistic and at the same time challenging. Don’t expect lofty rewards. When reality exceeds any expectations, it’s a good thing.”

I recall this being laughed at often especially during the 90s when all of society, and in particular our schools, began playing the mind control game of “building self esteem.” The problem, in my opinion at that time and still is, is that you don’t build a person’s self esteem by repeatedly telling them they are special, can be anything they want to be and just think good thoughts.

Last week an article appeared at Huffington Post explaining, from this person’s perspective, why Generation Y, as they are called today, are so unhappy. Worth the read I think.


Go To The City to View Wildlife

homereagles - CopyYesterday, or I should say last evening, was an interesting time here in the community where I live in Florida; a community nestled among about 80,000 people citywide and about a million countywide. I have written about the abundant wildlife I find sharing space with all these people here.

I grew up in the country in the state of Maine. I lived in the woods and saw my share of wildlife but for many species, viewing that wildlife in Maine, then and now, pales in comparison to the abundance I find here.

I’ve written of the coyotes and shared photos of hawks, etc. But last evening, in between thunder storms, I went on a bicycle ride around the neighborhood. I rounded one corner just as a large bald eagle was flapping his wings to land on the light pole above my head. I stopped and got off the bike and we had a conversation….well, actually it was more of a monologue.

I told the eagle that he had much prey to choose from in this neighborhood. I encouraged him to go find the coyote dens and pointed in the general direction. There he could find pups that would make excellent table fare.

We have tons of wild rabbits in our community, which is, I’m sure, the main reason the eagle was visiting. In addition I tried to entice the eagle to go after the cats, especially the ones that come to my house and piss in my flower gardens and leave a nasty smell. And then there are the dogs, the yappers. Please Mr. Eagle, couldn’t you do something about that? There are plenty of them and the ones where the owners open their front doors and let their doggies run free dumping and peeing on everyone’s lawn. Yummy! Wouldn’t those taste good?

Ok, I’m getting off the subject here.

I observed the massive bird for quite some time, until he flew off, making a few circles before he disappeared among the trees in the distance near where the coyotes hang out.

I crawled into bed about 10:00 p.m. and fired up my Kindle. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m still working on getting through Gangs of America. But I’ve had other reading assignments.

As I settled down, trying to get my head in the right position so I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable I wouldn’t want to read and yet just so, so that when I fell asleep reading, the Kindle wouldn’t fall and hit me on the nose, I heard a noise.

The noise was feint. Enough so that I couldn’t tell if it was a mourning dove sitting on my roof cooing himself to sleep or something else. I tried to ignore it but I’m anal with such things.

I got up and turned on my fan thinking it would drown out the noise enough that it wouldn’t distract me in my reading and more importantly, keep me from falling asleep.

That didn’t work. I knew I was going to drive myself crazy if I didn’t go chase this thing away. So, I got up and threw on my shorts and headed outside, craning my neck up toward the roof looking for the cooing, whooooing culprit.

Then came the distinct, whoo, whoo, whoo-whoo-whoo! It was just down the street a bit. I walked in that direction. He wasn’t too far away but I couldn’t fix my eyes on it. Surely an owl but I’m not sure what kind. He, or she, hooted repetitiously, the same cadence for several minutes as I listened. What was he doing this for?

And then off in the distance came the return of hoots, seemingly an echo of what I was hearing from the owl closest to me. This continued for some time, even as I retreated to my house and back to the bedroom.

Crawling back into bed, fan still running and Kindle waiting my return, I went back to reading, still hearing the hoots outside.

Odd that had I heard this at my camp in Maine, it would have been cool. Hearing it here was cool but somehow a bit annoying.

When I turned out the light to go to sleep, I listened intently but it appeared the hooting was gone.


Planning Website Makeover

Attention readers! I am planning a website makeover over the next few days. Any interruptions to the site for reading and commenting purposes should be short and minimal. Please accept my apologies should any of this create an inconvenience.

The makeover is needed in order to bring the function of the website up to modern technological standards, including mobile capabilities and what I hope will be improved function and access for readers. Most all regular functions, like latest posts and latest comments should remain unchanged. However, it may take a little bit to get them back functioning again. Commenting should remain the same as well as archive searching, etc.

While the homepage will appear considerably different, most of the readers’ functions should remain unchanged……that is my goal.

I ask that you please be patient. Thank you.


PETA Says Eating Chicken Causes Small Penises

And I would imagine from that stupid conclusion, PETA would say small penises are what causes men to go out and shoot animals. That seems to be the only reason they can give for anyone wanting to eat good food.

We all know how fringe PETA is and like most any organization with an agenda, they will do and say most anything to promote that agenda. In this case, PETA doesn’t want the eating of buffalo wings to take place at a buffalo wing convention so they are saying that women who eat chicken during pregnancy will cause their male-born babies to have a small penis.


Of course PETA is going after what may have once been a symbol of “manhood” and now may more closely resemble an object that gets in the way, as seemingly more and more men aren’t much interested in being men at all. Maybe if PETA campaigned on chicken causes men to remain heterosexual would be more effective.

The claim that PETA is basing their perverted proclamation on is that chickens contain a chemical called phthalate. Phthalates are in just about everything we eat and come in contact with. According to Wikipedia (yeah, I know), phthalates are in, ” enteric coatings of pharmaceutical tablets and nutritional supplements to viscosity control agents, gelling agents, film formers, stabilizers, dispersants, lubricants, binders, emulsifying agents, and suspending agents. End-applications include adhesives and glues, electronics, agricultural adjuvants, building materials, personal-care products, medical devices, detergents and surfactants, packaging, children’s toys, modeling clay, waxes, paints, printing inks and coatings, pharmaceuticals, food products, and textiles.”

And so the only remaining question becomes, what does exposure to and ingestion of phthalates do to us humans? High doses (whatever that is) cause a change in hormone levels (which may be why men are no longer interested in being men), along with certain birth defects.

So, while PETA targets men’s penises because they are a sick and perverted organization, maybe we all should be asking why are so many products, including foods and pharmaceuticals, laced with phthalates? Is one to suppose that the Club of Rome’s depopulation agenda is in play here?

I think I’ll go have a chicken sandwich and think about this for a minute.


Finally: A Small Reward for Someone Who Has Earned It!

By George Dovel

*Editor’s Note* – The following article is being republished here with permission from the author.


Author has just netted one of many sockeye salmon caught by his wife using an artificial fly on stretches of Alaska’s Kenai River in July.

When I began researching, writing and publishing this non-commercial version of The Outdoorsman nine years ago, it required my full time. Some months there are enough donations to exceed expenses, but trying to increase circulation and send complimentary copies to an ever increasing list of elected officials soon used up our limited savings forcing us to seek additional income.

For a couple of years, both of us worked for wages in traffic control maintenance on road construction jobs until all the work became part-time. For the past five years my wife has had to work for a north Idaho company at remote locations on the Salmon River to get a living wage.

Patti is an ardent and skilled hunter and angler who out-fishes me. She will spend hours catching salmon or steelhead, or trout, bass or even crappie and perch when others, including me, have given up.

We visited her cousins in Alaska several times and brought home frozen red salmon and halibut, but recently we realized we hadn’t done that for seven years. As her responsibilities have increased at work she has had less time for fishing, especially during the past two years.

Because she was required to be available 24/7 at her last job location, we saw each other only 3 or 4 days a month or less, and communicated by phone or email. When she mentioned how much she would enjoy visiting her cousins and catching some fish for a change, I insisted she book the flight immediately if it worked out for them.

I spent time in the North Country years ago, including visiting a son who lived and caught halibut in SE Alaska, and I always enjoy being around people who still “tell it like it is.” But when we landed in Alaska in July her cousins’ boat was being repaired and the sockeye were late so Patti was getting anxious when the run finally started.

The commercial fishermen and their nets block off the entire river for several days at a time but eventually the bite is on for sport fishing and it resembles combat fishing in Idaho in the more popular locations. Younger friends from the Garden Valley area in Idaho joined us a week later and they had a knack for exploring and finding remote fishing spots where there were few or no other fishermen.

Readers who haven’t fished for sockeye may not be aware that they will “mouth” a fly or yarn or even a bare hook in shallow water, but they don’t swallow it as their normal ocean food consists of small crustaceans, plankton, squid and a few small fish (per many sources).

The fisherman needs to flip the fly with a small amount of line in front of him repeatedly, feel for the bite as a pinch-sinker or split shot skips along the bottom, and set the hook fast when the line stops moving or the bite is felt. These fish, fresh from the ocean, often go airborne and shake the hook – especially if they’re given any slack.

Most sockeye fishermen there use fairly stiff fly rods but our friends from Garden Valley feel they can detect a light “mouthing” or “bite” better with a favorite bait casting rod, reel and line combination.
We were fishing in Cook Inlet in the Kenai where each household of residents is allowed to net 25 red (sockeye) salmon for the “Personal Use” permit holder, plus 10 more for each additional household member. Patti and I took advantage of our cousins’ offer to go dip netting with them, but as non-residents we could not legally net the fish or steer the boat.


Patti’s Cousin Dale and his daughter, Brandi, operating dip nets at the mouth of the Kenai River, were entitled to net 90 total red salmon free of charge based on their family sizes.


Patti displays two of the sockeye netted by her cousins four days earlier. Note both tips of each tail fin clipped and 4-foot diameter net used on each side of boat. The T-handles in upper photo allow the netter to quickly rotate the net 90-degrees to keep from losing the fish as it is hoisted up into the boat.

Similar “Personal Use” fishing with no charge is allowed to residents in many Alaska locations for finfish or shellfish, using gill or dip net, seine, fish wheel, long line or other means defined by the Board of Fisheries.

The only opportunity we had on this trip to catch halibut happened on a choppy day with swells high enough to make it very bumpy with water pouring over the cabin. Patti quickly caught her two halibut while the rest of us caught mostly an assortment of other bottom feeders. Despite the rough ride both ways, we enjoyed the fishing and watching an acrobatic whale show off.

Our friends from Garden Valley went out for halibut in a larger boat the day we left and all seven fishermen limited out. But the consensus among the few boat operators we talked with was that the halibut they catch are running smaller than they were a few years ago.

While driving to and from fishing, we saw two small bunches of caribou plus a number of moose, including the following young bull Patti photographed on the day we arrived:


We saw two cow moose with twin calves, and Patti’s cousin Deanna took this photo of a nearly white cow moose with twin calves a month before we arrived.


Patti and I thoroughly enjoyed our Alaska trip, the good fishing and the good companions. We also enjoyed the boxes of frozen sockeye filets and frozen halibut we brought back as baggage. The trip and article are a tribute to my wife for all the physical hardships and deprivation she has endured to keep this newsletter coming to readers.

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Roxanne Quimby Sneaky Snake About Land Access and Anti-Hunting

According to V. Paul Reynolds’ article in the Sun Journal today, Roxanne Quimby, the queen of hunting and property ownership hate (except when she owns it), has decided she is going to open some 40,000 acres of her stingy land holdings to hunting this fall. In addition, her son, Lucas St. Clair, is saying that Quimby and her Elliotsville Plantation company will not support the Human Society of the United States’ and Wildlife Alliance of Maine’s efforts to ban bear hunting via citizen initiative in 2014. This can only be the classic operation of a sneaky snake willing to make a couple of sacrifices in the short term to gain big accomplishments in the long. Don’t be fooled.

Quimby has publicly stated that nobody should own land and she hates hunting. Of course on the land ownership question she is a bundle of hypocritical contradictions, using corporate earned money to buy up large sums of land, use that land and its resources to further pad her coffers, while trying to convince the rest of the world they don’t deserve to have the same.

Roxanne Quimby was appointed to the board of the National Park Service, a puppet entity of the United Nations, i.e. UNESCO, World Heritage Convention, Agenda 21, and she is determined to get a national park in Maine come hell or high water. Her latest shenanigans, as related by Reynolds’ article, should only be interpreted as a temporary “compromise” in order to gain enough control to sever the arteries of the Maine people.

If Quimby opens 40,000 acres of land to hunting this fall, sportsmen should take full advantage because it won’t be open for long. In addition, should Elliotsville Plantation decide to not support the anti bear hunting referendum (don’t look for them to fight against it) the lack of money and support for HSUS may help the citizens to defeat the animal rights nuts. But all of this is just temporary.

As the old saying goes, it’s difficult to changed the stripes on a zebra.


As Maine “Gose”, So “Gose” the Nation

Purhaps sell fones dont come with spel chek?