Neanderpundit

I loved hunting in Africa.

That said, I cannot even describe how I feel about hunting the American Midwest.

Oh, hell, I’ve been skunked the last couple of years, for one reason or the nother- but I’m not about the getting so much as the hunting itself.

And where I hunt. Indiana is a plains state, and the terrain and flora and fauna of the midwest are comfortable to me as a pair of old slippers, or a hudson’s bay point blanket.

Walking through the fields and forests is comforting to me as anything I know, and while I sit there, sucking in the scenery, it makes me think of the poems of Frost, who I love just as much.

My specific favorites are Mending wall, which I have discussed here before, Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening, from which the title of this post comes, The Road Not Taken, and In the Home Stretch.

I recite what I can remember, and drink in the wonder of Frost’s words as I watch the breeze blow the tall grass around.

This is hunting. The deer, when it comes, will be nice, but it is incidental.

of cheap small binoculars. They’re chinese and crappy, but they do the job just fine. I got them at Harbor Freight, they look like this:

Time was if you wanted a decent pair of binocs you had to go Zeiss, or Swar, or Bushnell, or Nikons. In the last thirty years, though, the quality of the glass and the lens grinding process has improved so that a $10 pair of binocs today is as good quality as a $90 pair of binocs in the 70’s.

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Tam has linked me. Damn.

I mean, the mistress of snark? links to me? Wow. And i’m even in a special category thingie.

I’m not worthy!!!

Sweet. Nice, too, to have a high traffic blog link take the place of Kim’s which is going away soon.