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               Thursday, November 15 2001  

Hunting season

I don't know if I was influenced by my mother, religious thinking of my own, or my inherent nature or (more likely) a combination of all of these, but I concluded early in life that I couldn't kill rabbits and deer, or even groundhogs, for sport, so never took to hunting.

I've eaten fried rabbit and cooked venison and can take or leave them, and have no scruples against eating animals. I even believe that deer and rabbits can become environmentally detrimental through over population, so I appreciate the service hunters perform. But I don't want to shoot them by anything other than a camera.

Come to think of it, I never even wanted to learn to use a gun, though I did some supervised target practice in my preteens with no psychic trauma.

These facts are ironic because hunting was my dad's only hobby in my early years, his only passion or even avocation so far as I could tell. Some old-old histories (see the epic novel, Trinity, by Leon Uris, for example) contend that dog raising was perhaps the first industry and major export of the Irish islands in an era in which hunting was no doubt a factor in the typical family's economic survival or prosperity. I suspect that through scores of generations, my dad inherited that, though I don't know that his father or brothers were hunters. But Dad was unlike them in a number of ways; my impression is that he worked much harder to achieve more than the other males in his family, slaving over a marginally productive farm while working fulltime in the mines for many years. But I'm drifting toward another topic that might be taken up later.

On top of not being a hunter myself, I didn't much like hunting season in my Pennsylvania years for another reason. The woods were always inviting in the fall, with the heavy carpet of leaves to kick and scrunch underfoot and the beauty of the trees changing colors. But because of hunting season through most of October and November, it was unsafe to walk through the woods in "civilian clothes," and only a hunter would spend the big bucks required to buy the needed brightly colored hunting jacket and hat.

What are your memories and impressions of hunting and/or hunting season?

Webmaster Jon Kennedy

The case for chocolate

Chocolate is a vegetable! How, you ask? Chocolate is derived from cocoa beans. Bean = vegetable. Sugar is derived from either sugar CANE or sugar BEETS. Both are plants, which places them in the vegetable category. Thus, chocolate is a vegetable.

To go one step farther, chocolate candy bars also contain milk, which is dairy. So candy bars are a health food. Chocolate covered-raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.

If you've got melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.

—Sent by Bill Dalrymple

Advent thought of the day

We have rejected the light burden of condemning ourselves, and we have chosen to carry the heavy one of justifying ourselves and condemning others.

Abba John
Sayings of the Desert Fathers

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