Wednesday, November 11, 2009
To all our veterans: my sincere thanks for your service and
sacrifice. Enjoy this day knowing that there are people in this
country who appreciate the job you do.
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Rob R. sent me a tip that Jeff Quinn at Gunblast saw the Chiappa
Rhino exhibited at the National
Association of Sporting Goods Wholesalers show
in Reno. (Scroll
down to just about the bottom of the page for the pics.) Looks like
they're actually coming, though no pricing yet.
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George Ure over at the Independence Journal has an interesting take on
government holidays:
A couple of
major insights usually come from Veteran's Day. First is that I've
always held that if you give someone a day off to 'observe'
something, then they ought to be honor (if not legally) bound to do
some observing. I don't mind the bond traders and bankers that get
the day off, but if they aren't laying flowers on graves, showing
up at a parade, or in some other way honoring those who have paid
freedom's highest price, then WTF are they getting the day off
for?
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Deer season in western Oregon ended last Friday, and I have an
observation. While I don't wish to sound like Statler
and Waldorf, I'm not at all impressed
with the trend toward more powerful cartridges for deer hunting.
I've talked to quite a number of hunters in this neck of the woods,
and these days the most common caliber chosen for the task appears
to be a .300 Winchester Magnum. If one ever needed a perfect
illustration of the term "overkill", that would be it.
When I was coming of age, if someone said "deer rifle" that meant a
.30-30. If they said "elk rifle", that meant a .30-06. My Uncle
Bob, one of the best hunters I know, used a .300 Savage for
everything. To find a .30-30 in the woods today is something of a
rarity, a little like seeing a red plaid hunting coat: "how
quaint!" I can't believe that these calibers have become any less
lethal over the last few decades, but I can believe that hunters
have become less skilled. Why bother with skill building when you
can buy hardware to compensate, right?
-=[
Grant ]=-
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Friday, July 18, 2008
I don't know why, but today's other feature about the vegan strip
club seemed the perfect lead-in for this!
As I've mentioned, I'm not a "hunter" in the sense that most people
use the term. Trophies do not interest me; I've never had my
picture taken with a kill, and don't foresee the day when I would.
For me, hunting is about eating. (I subscribe to the school of
thought that claims "vegetarian" to be an old Native American word
for "lousy hunter.")
At the same time, I'm also a bit of a health nut. I eat organic
food whenever possible, not because I believe in any
leftist/communist causes but because I care about my health. I'm
uncertain about the long-term effects of the processed chemicals
that we put in our bodies, and do whatever I can to reduce or
eliminate them. Thus, the organic food - including delicious meat -
in my diet.
(As an aside, it's always interesting when my wife and I go
shopping in the local healthy food emporiums. Everyone in those
havens of collectivism dresses in the trendy eco-friendly fashions
of the minute. My wife and I, to put it delicately, do not. I'll
admit that we do tend to stick out a bit amongst that crowd, but we
would no matter what we wore.
Just by looking one could tell that we're not like the sheeple that
populate those places, and it's as much about attitude as anything.
One time she whispered in my ear "do you realize there are only two
guns anywhere near this place, and we've got both of them?" I
replied "I wonder how many of these people would faint if they
found out!" We then chuckled softly yet maniacally as we went about
our shopping.)
Forgive the digression.
As it happens, one of the most organic sources of protein available
is wild game. Meat which has been harvested from animals in the
wild not only tastes great, but is great for you. I won't bore you
with the numerous studies which show various kinds of game having
more good things and less bad things than factory-raised protein,
but the facts are clear: wild meat is good for you.
It is odd, therefore, that some of the most vocal anti-hunting
shills in the world wear their organic diets as badges of honor
while denouncing some of the cleanest, purest foods available. It
seems to me that if one is truly concerned about eating a healthy
diet, one must of necessity either grow, or hunt, one's own meat.
Hunting is the proactive approach to maintaining a healthy
lifestyle when one does not have the real estate on which to raise
their own.
(Of course, I don't want to get a trend started, else there
wouldn't be any of that delicious and nutritious game left for
me!)
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Grant ]=-
A proud member of PETA: People Eating Tasty Animals
Friday, November 16, 2007
When I was in college, it
was fashionable amongst a certain segment of the student population
to walk around carrying a copy of the New York Review Of Books. The
aim, of course, was to appear worldly and sophisticated to people
who recognized the title, but didn't themselves read it.
The great secret was that very few of the people carrying the NYROB
around, treating it as an icon of sophistication, ever actually
read the thing either!
Many people buy copies of Musashi and Sun-Tzu which they never
read, but which certainly look good on their bookshelves and serve
to create a certain image. It helps, of course, when people quote
common passages from Art of War
or
Book of Five
RIngs without ever having read
them in their actual context.
So it is with Meditations on Hunting by Jose Ortega y Gasset. It has been called "the
most quoted work in sporting literature", but it appears that no
one has ever actually read the thing!
Allow me to digress for a moment. My own hunting experiences are
relatively few compared to many who read this blog. Though my
father hunted, and I accompanied him at times, it was always a
subsistence kind of affair: he hunted because we needed the meat.
He would go out, get his deer (or elk), and that would be the end
of it. He never took pictures of his kills nor kept trophies;
hunting was a means to an end (to eat) rather than an end in
itself.
As an adult, I wrestle with this. I don't need to hunt, meat being
readily available otherwise, and so have chosen not to (save for
necessary agricultural activities, such as pest and predator
control, which aren't really hunting.) Despite this self-defined
comfort, there has always been a gnawing at the back of my mind:
what am I missing? Did my father derive anything other than protein
from his hunts; was there something more profound at work? (That my
father always hunted solo, eschewing the elk camp and its
beer-fueled antics, left me suspecting that there might be.)
I wanted clarity on the subject, and thought that Ortega might be
able to provide it. Color me surprised when I could find no one,
even seasoned and experienced hunters of my acquaintance, who owned
a copy. Our library system, which spans the largest city in Oregon
to the most backwood hamlet, did not list it in their holdings. How
odd! Such an important work, well known and oft-mentioned, yet no
one seemed to have actually encountered it.
So, when the Second Edition of the Wescott translation of
Meditations
recently came
out, I availed myself of free shipping on Amazon and ordered it.
Finally I would get to see what all the fuss was about!
The book springs from Ortega's contention that life comes to us (or
we to it) essentially empty, and it derives whatever meaning it has
from the choices that we make relative to each situation in which
we find ourselves. To Ortega, life really exists at the boundary of
man and his surroundings, those surroundings to include our own
thoughts and feelings. Hunting is such an interaction, and creates
meaning by virtue of what it requires of the hunter.
The chase, the stalk, and yes the kill, all have great importance
to the experience; missing any one negates the hunt's meaning.
Ortega contends that the tension created by the sequence is an
essential part of the experience, and without the unease created by
the death of the animal that sequence becomes a farce, devoid of
any meaning. This is the genesis of his most famous quote: "one
does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order
to have hunted." Do not, though, assume that quote to be a
substitute for the book - there is far more contained in that
simple statement than is readily apparent, for it only hints at
Ortega's complete philosophy.
(Like the poseurs I mentioned at the top, walking around with the
NYROB poking out of their pocket, the passage is often intoned by
those who have never read it in context. Having now digested his
whole treatment of the subject, the statement by itself seems a
caricature.)
It's important to understand that Meditations
isn't about
hunting as much as it is about man's relationship to the hunt.
Remember that Ortega was a philosopher by training and occupation,
holding a doctorate in the subject and chairing departments at
Spanish universities. Thus, he's not a hunter who waxes a bit
philosophic, but a serious philosopher who looks at the act of the
hunt and reconciles it with his overall point of view.
As philosophers go, Ortega is surprisingly readable. Make no
mistake, though - if you hated studying philosophy in
school, Meditations
may not be your
cup of tea. It isn't about shooting deer, but about allowing the
mind to learn more about itself. It requires introspection, an
ability to deal in concepts rather than kinesthetics, and thus may
turn off some people. However, his work is illuminating enough -
even for the average person - to make it worth the effort.
I highly recommend that you pick up a copy of Meditations on
Hunting and take whatever length of
time you need to digest what Ortega wrote. I think that you'll come
away with a better understanding of yourself, and a clearer picture
of why you choose - or not, as the case may be - to hunt.
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Grant ]=-
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