Pregnancy seems to be a big issue right now, so I would like to state the following for the record:
For all I care, the Palins can breed like rock rabbits and Sarah will still have my vote.
No one quizzed Chelsea Clinton about her reproductive plans when her mom was in the race. How come?
I am not pregnant. Phil Bourjaily is not pregnant (at least, I assume so. We haven’t talked in a while.)
As far as I’m concerned, Sarah Palin has only one flaw; she has a worse speaking voice than the aforementioned Hillary, and the tame ravens at the Yellowknife (NT) airport have more mellifluous speaking voices than Senator Clinton.
The media, in its condescending coverage of Sarah Palin’s moose hunting, don’t give her the credit that she is due. Turning a moose into mooseburger is not like whipping up a souffle. Shooting it is the easy part; getting it out of the bog requires more fortitude than standing up to Vladimir Putin. Actually, field-dressing a moose takes three people: one to do the actual hacking and slashing, one to push, shove, and hold legs, and one to stand there with a serious rifle waiting for a bear to show up. Then you get to packing it out, which takes yet another two people unless one of you is Clark Kent.
And speaking of manhandling moose meat, a while back someone asked about pack frames. The best one I’ve seen was the one I took to Alaska to pack out my moose–the Bighorn Pack Frame made by Wilderness Pack Specialties. It’s made of some kind of super-strong polycarbonate, has an excellent suspension system, and is rated to carry 120 pounds. The price is $139 from Schnees.com.
I would like to add a heartfelt amen to Phil Bourjaily’s report on the Connecticut Shotgun Manufacturing Company. It is truly a place of wonders. I think the nicest gun they make is their A.H. Fox reproduction, which is probably better than the original. Also, their wood room requires a whole new set of adjectives to describe. Grown men emerge from it weeping and struck dumb, and some have actually soiled themselves.