"�n�hw��f" <snuh...@Use-Author-Supplied-Address.invalid> wrote in message
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> Pretty funny coming from a guy who dosnt live in snow country, dosnt live
> in wolf country and has likely never seen a dead carcass of any kind up
> close. I spend more time in the woods than you do eating your 3 squares a
> day.
>
Ah, ad hominem, how I have NOT missed you. "The evidence is wrong because
you live in Texas" is not a logical statement, Snuhbuhleh, no matter how
much you wish it could be; not even the Blue Fairy could turn it into a Real
Argument.
If you wonder why I sound rather smug in the above text, it's because you've
actually managed to go so far off the map in your analysis of me that you
seem to have landed somewhere outside Oz. For your information and
edification:
1. "You don't live in snow country."
STEE-RIKE ONE! Sorry, Weather Wizard, but yes, Texas does get snow on
occasion. Real, honest-to-goodness frozen water crystals falling from the
sky, yes. Some years a dusting, some years a blizzard, but yes, Virginia,
there is such a thing as snow in Texas.
2. "... likely never seen a dead carcass of any kind up close."
STEE-RIKE TWO! Honestly, Snuh, do you think I'm one of those people that
believes meat comes in plastic packages from the Supermarket Gods? My
family hunts, my family has run farms before, so yes, I know all about where
meat comes from.
Moreover, you don't live in Texas without at least seeing some flattened
aramadillos and skunks with their guts spread out along the highway, and
I've been here a long time now. I've stood there while a poisoned dog
breathed his last in the vet's parking lot, I've stood by the side of my
beloved pet cat while he died, I've seen the leavings of a turkey vulture,
I've seen how animals are killed for meat processing. You may... MAY, mind
you... have seen MORE carcasses than I have, but yes, I have seen and
touched carcasses. I just wish one of my blasted relatives had been willing
to show me how to prep the carcass for butchering, darn it... no, on second
thought, my mother always said they were bad at getting all of the shot out
of the meat, so maybe I should find another teacher.
(Ironically, leather of all kinds gives me the willies. Something about the
scent and touch of boiled skin, I dunno...)
3. "I spend more time in the woods than you do eating your three squares a
day."
And YER OUTA HERE! Sorry, Snuh, but I'm a primitive camping nut. While my
recent time in the woods hasn't been nearly what I'd like (what with my
sister in the hospital, her husband in the hospital for a week, me having to
care for two kids without having a car or any other form of transportation,
etc.), I LOVE spending time in actual woods. Real woods with real wild
animals in them that eat other animals, yes. I've looked at a rabbit from a
foot away... twice... and called a crow down from the sky. And some day,
when I can finally have some time to myself instead of taking care of all
these people, I am going off into the woods for at least a week to let
myself decompress.
(Honestly, Snuh, don't you remember my complaints over Sabrelion's Meow,
back on AHWW? Way too cushy. It isn't camping when you're in a cabin with
a/c, a microwave, a hot plate, satellite TV and bunk beds. I much preferred
the Texas Mini-Howl when I could go: Tents, campfires, and sweet, sweet
nature out beneath the stars.)
Next time you want to analyze someone, you might try analyzing THEM instead
of your own prejudices.
Yours truly,
The pining-for-the-pines,
Wanderer
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter *where* people go?
Down to the woods where the bluebells grow!
Anywhere! Anywhere! *I* don't know!
-- a. a. milne, *On A Spring Day*