False starts?
It’s been a day of almosts and not-quites.
I was gonna try to write something deep, profound, or at least helpful to all you hog hunters out there. I had a couple of thoughts rambling around, inspired in part by discussions on other blogs or forums, and in part by the meanderings of my mind… but nothing came out.
I thought real hard about doing a post about the NRA and Assemblyman Curt Hagman revising Hagman’s proposed bill, AB373 to repeal the bullshit AB962 that was recently signed into law by a lame-duck governor who obviously has other things on his mind and really has nothing to lose. Neither party wants anything to do with him. His political career is as dead as the corpses he’s stacked up in his movies. So it really doesn’t matter how pissed off I am about this knife in the back of CA sportsmen and shooters… I could write a 20 page rant, but it’s pissing in the wind at this point.
Bottom line, support AB373, folks. It’s unlikely to get traction, but stranger things have happened. Make your phone calls, send your letters and emails, and be heard.
On another front, I was supposed to head out this afternoon to the eagerly awaited, archery pig-hunting opener at the Golden Ram’s Hedepeth Ranch this weekend. I’ve been chomping at the bit for this hunt ever since my last deer hunt up there, and as soon as they scheduled the hunts, I made my reservation.
Then I got a call early this week from T Michael Riddle to come help out with some hog hunting clients at Native Hunt. It was a really tough choice, but I’d be a little foolish to turn down the opportunity to make a little cash in these tough times, so the archery hunt was aborted. Maybe next time…
Next week at this time will find me out at Coon Camp Springs, getting set up for the first pair of mule deer hunters. They’re hunting for a week, and another client will be coming in right behind them. Hopefully the wierd weather will even out and the rut will come on time again this year.
I’ll be there for the full two weeks, then off to Texas for some family visiting (no hunting on this trip) the following weekend. It’ll be fun to see some of Kat’s family, as I haven’t been there for a while.
When I come back, though… if my guns haven’t all rusted and my bowstring rotted… I’m going hunting somewhere and somehow!
I can’t blame ya, Phillip, especially in the times we live in, that you would do the thing that pays, rather than the hunt you want to do. At least you got to “hunt” either way.
And the way you feel about your governor is right up there with the way I feel about mine at the moment.
Let your voices be heard all you California sportsmen. If you don’t all of us will inevitable pay the price as well.
October 17th, 2009 at 4:30 pm