Monthly Archives: July 2015

Jots w/ dots 7/31

Democrats not running from the S word:  I chortle, and I appreciate the conflation…. But good grief, she must be obtuse.  There are degrees, and these could have been unpacked simply for the sake of HRC / the party.  Thing is, “Democrats” are supposed to believe in socializing costs in pursuit of social goals…. A guy like Sanders thinks pursuit of these goals requires the dictate of practice and production.

A contrast for its lack of outrage:  Not that I disagree.  Now, pursuit of him is dropped ostensibly because he’s medically unfit for trial at his advanced age.  But the more material thing to be observed is the guy was foremost a Ukrainian anti-Stalinist.  Uh, can you fault him for that?  But by virtue of the enemy of my enemy is my friend thing it aligned him with the Germans at a time when a Ukrainian partisan could run wild a bit.  And yeah, he had a record of co-mingling with the German war machine in eastern Europe during those years, this which included village sweeps;  ie, burning them to the ground.  Not nice, but I think there’s a truthful case to be made that one can be party to that as a 20 something soldier in a continental land war, and not be a war criminal in the way the rest of those SS perverts were.  And that, maybe it isn’t the type of guy you prosecute for being on a losing side 70 years removed.

I’m not astonished.  She’s not going to be President.

There’s a premise here that’s rejectable  Thing is Sen. Amy isn’t effective.  Popular, yes….  but that speaks to something else.


Jots w/ dots 7/30

It’s probably the money eh:  ya know I’ve cultivated a position here with the dentist that is basically in defense of hunting and then skeptical of an illogic that finds disgust by anthropomorphizing this lion.  That said…. this dentist is a flawed man, and it may very well have a linkage to how much money he makes.  He’s got profligate habits because he can afford them.  That’s not necessarily unmanageable, but when you have no prudence…. this is a guy who might have been better served by a mundane coke habit that sapped him from other impulsiveness.

A counterintuitive Vox pitch that’s true.

President Rubio:  Yeah, I like Rand, but this is the sense I get.

President Rubio:


Minnesota’s new genteel, pragmatic Republicanism

Maybe partly  but so far as conservative cranks were relegated to the sidelines to mumble among themselves last session, the gun people weren’t outcasts like that.  We’re mainstream, electorally important, and we win with substantial Democrat support.  In session we got about five things on our legislative wishlist.  Silencers, guns at the capital….

Just a little more reading between the lions

Ever so vaguely, I can empathize with an idea this is kind of a classist atrocity of the commons if you get my drift…. IE, there is something of a public ownership for these exquisite wild animals, and the public is thus to be rightfully pissed off that the wealthy man can come kill one and hang it on his wall for the price of a $55k tag.  Beutler / TNR alludes to this.   But that’s a somewhat far-fetched utopian ruleset you impose to justify this actual outrage, and the anthropomorphizing required to make the ruleset kinda sensible…. It’s just all way in excess of mature, practical logic and political science.  So, the lion / Planned Parenthood comparison is obvious for conservatives right.  I’ll maybe grant, people who want to explain away Planned Parenthood’s dealings based on an antiseptic, unemotional need for medical tissue can do that, and they may very well have their point so far is this is all legal and might exist discretely within mature, practical logic and political science… but the incongruity exists and is notable with the anthropomorphizing and emotionalizing that crowd will do for animals and resist doing for humans.

A couple days ago I was mindful that the dentist’s lion, if anything, would be instructive for whatever PR response there was that proved effective or not with this man’s livelihood in the jaws of internet outrage.   And I lamented… if only there were a blog where local PR professionals weighed in with their observations….  Anyway, Austin of SRC had this one briefly, but says it was limited in task. He’s getting yelp hammered now too, a little.  Who’s to know if he’s cowed and backed off, or if his day’s work there is merely what the dentist wanted and could pay for… but you get a sense of timidity from the PR people in the article.  That’s their job eh, what’s the deal with that?  Makes you respect bulldog prick lawyers who’ll take a shitty case.  Which might be to say, maybe this one is a job for a lawyer and not a PR person.  Still I wonder if the local PR set begging off doesn’t speak to something, that about the local PR scene being captive as well as timid.  In my obnoxious trolling days at SRC I had once obnoxiously observed in a comment thread that the blog’s rigid in-crowd perspective was cuz it was a mere social circle of similar gold collar PR professionals who prospered on teats of the ambiguous but far reaching local DFL patronage blob…  In those days I was consistently too caustic, and that’s an example…. But I am aghast this man might have difficulty employing a local PR pro because most said pros’ exist within ambiguous confines of the local Democrat political network, and they won’t do work outside its ideological borders lest it jeopardize the unbroken chain of paid retainer invoices…  If that’s what’s happening…. and it might not be, I’ll grant that I might be a too smart dumb shit with absurd ideas of what goes on in Minneapolis.

This Yelp is a piece of work:   I have a fairly serious line of trade with the side business, and I figure what you do to gain superficial credibility is register with the Manta’s or Dunn’s of the world and these other business directories.  Have not done that, have continued on as a more anonymous independent practitioner, just cuz… haven’t gotten around to it and its not obvious with my business that it enables me to go to whatever ‘next level’ there is for it what with it being artisan stuff. Anyway, you do that, you get in these directories; you end up on Yelp… I’m not doing that, ever.

Update:  I may very well be too smart a dumb shit, but this is curious for whatever reason to others as well. This appears at 10:56am, after my morning post.

We count these things

The dentist there is a Safari Club member.  Seems kinda hoity toity and not my deal, but ya get over the class angle you might be able to understand that it provides a framework for approaching your hunting life.  Anyway, the members count all the big game they have killed and record them in a book.

I can record too, merely because the number is manageable (unlike some of my cousins and friends, who are really good hunters)..  I’ll transcribe mine for posterity.

2 – SE Montana, Ekalaka or Biddle, late Oct 1983.  I was not yet 15.  I got a mule deer doe and a fawnish pronghorn antelope.  For antelope, I had wandered out into the prairie during the day to hunt.  Very hot autumn then.  Walked a bit and napped on a small plateau.  Woke up 20 – 30 min later and there was an antelope sitting down the way, well more than 100 yards.  I had my dad’s Remington 700 in 30-06, and I seemingly kept missing it, shooting ‘prone’.  Took my boots off eventually to rest the rifle, to get some steady elevation above the immediate cacti.  Uncanny similar seen like this at beginning of No Country for Old Men with Josh Brolin.  Went through most of a box of ammo, and it kept standing there, I must have taken 17-18 shots.  Turns out I had hit it a couple times, and it probably couldn’t run at that point, but it didn’t go down immediately.  I was convinced the rifle was off zero, but actually it was a longish shot.  Switched to my grandfathers Browning BLR .243 for the rest of the hunt.  These have always been peachy little rifles but have not picked one up in my prosperous adulthood because they are yet a bit pricy.  With the deer, our uncles led us through a draw a couple days later and a buncha mule deer popped up.  I shot the mule deer with one shot with this little lever rifle from real short range.  Nice doe.

3 – Mule deer, SE Montana again, late Oct 1985.  Out of radio range for most things, but got the WS game 7 on when the Cards / Joaquin Andujar / Whitey Herzog melted down and the Royals won 11-0.  My cousins had filled out I think briefly, as had my uncles.  In the waning days of this trip the rancher loaded me in the back of his pickup and drove me into the boonies, kinda ‘guiding’, as they did all know unconsciously here the deer were.  Wasn’t long before we came upon one and I took a shot from the back of his pickup and killed a doe.  It would stand to reason I also had an antelope tag on this Montana trip but I do not remember it.

4 – Had taken up hunting in Goodrich, ND with my relatives.  I think I was a jr. or sr. in college and drove out there in Nov. to hunt.  Very snowy and cold, My good guess is it was Nov. 92.  Took a walk through a soybean field with some unplanted terrain, brushy, very hard walking.  Came upon some does, I had a doe tag.  Picked one out and seemed to have hobbled it.  Followed the blood a mile, and took a couple more shots, which I was missing.  It was a Weatherby .300, my dads, which was a 5 shot bolt action.  I was near having used that many, and look in my pockets for the plastic shell holder with another 10.  It’s gone, along with my license, they fell out as I am kinda jogging and tracking this deer.    So I think I got one cartridge, and am very afraid I’ll miss again as I get close as this wounded deer will allow.  Now, even then I was infatuated with six-shooters, and I was fancifully carrying one in the field then though there’s no way you figure it’s going to be any utility to a 21 year old doofus hunter.    But it was loaded with 6, an Armi San Marco black powder replica of an ol ’58 Remmie  .44 (Josey Wales revolver, in popular culture).  So I unholster this as I’m about 50 feet from this deer and it has stopped running away.  Figure I’ll try that and try to save my one ‘real’ rifle cartridge.  Then I came to the proper conclusion I had no chance of hitting it with that and used the rifle.  Finally I did finally put a decent shot into this deer’s shoulder  to put it down.  I scratched this rifle stock with the spur of the revolver going after this deer, I still hear about that.  I found my license and the extra shells as I retraced my steps the next morning.

5 – Got a buck with a little 4 x 2 rack at one point at the I think was the Indian Hills public game area in Goodrich ND.  This was a traditional deer drive in which some guys walk from one side of a field while some guys walk or post from the other.  Buck had been flushed towards me and turned broadside maybe when it smelled or heard me, I hit it as it ran, right in the shoulder, good shots, I think actually just one.

6 – Couple years later took a good shot from the farm road I was walking on in Goodrich and put down what I thought was a big doe in the field to fill my doe tag.  Get up to it, and it was a buck with little tines, but a buck nonetheless.  Had to tag that with my dad’s buck tag, and took some grief for that.

7 – Couple years after that near the same spot, we had field glassed some deer way out.  So we walked in, see if we could maybe walk some draws and crest a hill and find them still there.  They were.  Didn’t get that close, but made a a single shot with no mental fuck ups and took a big doe cleanly as it trotted.  I think this doe was noteworthy for its black teeth, it was old.

8 – 1997 or so, had gone out to ND on a weekend, did not fill my buck tag.  Went back a couple weeks later, just me and my girlfriend / future wife, to try and fill this tag.  Like 3rd week of Nov, bitterly cold on the prairie.  We walked a shelter belt that we knew as promising / where the deer lived.  Down at the end of the section line there was a farmhouse, the goings on there kicked up some deer, and we could see this from ¾ mile away.  So we hunkered down as they ran up the shelter belt.  They took a swing out into the field to go around a little jog of trees, and when they followed it around they present themselves right in front of us.  I picked out a modest / nice 8 pt buck from that group.  Two properly done shots, I think I shot him through front of the chest both times.  I was using a 1973 built Winchester Mdl 70 in .270 that my grandfather had passed on to me as he was in his 80s.

9 – Mighta started being few and far between, my first child was born in 00, going to ND was expensive and I do not like MN deer stand hunting, but have gone to my father-in-laws place he had in Longville.  Did shoot a 6 pt buck from a stand there about 10 years ago.  Nice, well executed shot.

I figured it might been low teens, I could be forgetting a couple.

Local dentist named Hitler of the Week

That was an awesome turn of phrase to encapsulate the outrage phenomena:

…People think the dentist broke some laws.  It’s not at all that suggestive that he did if you dig to get past the wild exaggeration of facts.

  • The dentist had a license. This is the best article so far as I know  So ‘poaching’ would be a misused term.
  • The baiting to get this lion off the preserve was legal so far as I read and so far as I would understand as a hunter. It is skeezy though.
  • There’s talk the farm where this lion was shot didn’t have an ‘allotment’. Dunno, we as readers have no further insight there.  Its feels like the explanation of a bureaucracy that’s flailing about in response to public opinion.
  • There’s talk the dentist tried to bribe some officials at some point. It’s not attributed and I think there’s much cause to be dubious.  See prior point on ‘flailing’.
  • The night hunting was legal
  • The shot with the compound bow was legal
  • The field butchering was legal
  • That they didn’t get an immediate clean kill and spent 40 hours tracking… not optimal, but that’s a pretty mundane detail, at least mundane to hunting.
  • The removal of the collar by the guides… maybe not legal, but it might be a triviality if the shoot was legal.

So with nothing or not much illegal, what’s the outrage?  Well, it’s the anthropomorphizing of animals.  And this over the top outrage here generally comes from a mentally infantile brigade within the left’s culture war army.  I’m saying that for sake of the truth, not just because I can say it.  I note the reactionary tendencies of the gun people for the same reason, as I did yesterday.  While I myself am an intransigent 2nd amendment guy I’m tired of looking at their memes on FB too, they’ve cowed their opponents somewhat the same way…  Just trying to demonstrate a discernment that sees the truth here.

There’s a very disturbing Planned Parenthood story out there, and the lion people don’t have the mental capacity to anthropomorphize the victims there and grant them the dignity they’d see the lion get.  I find that incongruous…

The penis diss is the lion peoples’ go-to rhetorical argument. What do I got, years of online commentary stored up in local blogs by now?   I have previously written my disdain for this trope that the hunters or gun people compensate for their penises.    It’s insipid, its bad Freud or bad Carlin, it ain’t brainy insight to be offered within serious conversation.  And if I’m to be noted as a little too umbraged there, it’s because it’s an attempt to emasculate your rhetorical opponent rather than respond to argument.  Personally, I do get a red ass if I’m picked out as a target for that.  And by the way, when you’re kind of a normal man or even just a hair oddball and you deal with men in life you get sized up this way by very testosteroned dudes as well as wise ass social justice warrior types as well as guys who you thought you were kinda socially equal to.  I don’t like that about ‘patriarchal’ society eh, prolly a function of my misanthropy.  But like I said or would say about the gun / penis thing as a social observation, its shitty psychology.  So there’s proper umbrage in having to engage it seriously, and a proper objection that motivations / pursuits / beliefs are to be casually deduced as a reaction to self-perceived lack for masculinity.

So is there any good Freud?  Can this thing be discussed in Freudian terms?

Ya know, maybe.  You see a guy there that’s obviously one of the better bow hunters in the world.  It’s a muscular, semi-violent set of skills, and killing animals is a dirty task you put yourself through.  You do it, your self-esteem is burnished and you think maybe you have some physical muscular control in a world that can randomly squash you.  Thing is a lot of lefty athletes challenge themselves the same way, what with the extreme running or biking, the physical pain and pissing on yourself while doing 26 or 200 miles.  It’s different than hunting, but it’s the same.  Such that’s it different, it’s just different strokes for different folks.

Lion killing dentist speaks

I think it’s absolutely credible that the dentist was led around none the wiser by these skeezy guides who made big promises for a big mount in return for big money.  Guides knew of a big lion on a preserve to make for an easy hunt / easy pay day, they took him there.  I alluded to that dynamic in prior post.  How much is this dentist to actually know about Zimbabwe lions?  These foreign hunters are reliant on their guides to tell them whats possible and legal.

Strib and others keep saying dentist was hunting with a crossbow.  I don’t think this is the case, they are in error, and this is kind of an important material fact such that crossbowing is disdained and / or illegal.  The guy is an archer, he was hunting with a ‘compound’ bow, not a ‘crossbow’.  Compound bow is typical, modern archery, and still very difficult where rifle or crossbow hunting would be somewhat or a lot easier.  Good bowhunters are kinda baddass in their way, its such a challenge.