Neanderpundit

A half inch of snow this morning. WHERE’S MY GLOEBULL WARMENING ALGORE YOU LARDASSED MANBEARPIG?

purchased for me, a scrip to “Garden and Gun” magazine. I have to observe, it is finely done and beautiful to look at, and I am confident I will look forward to receiving it each month.

It shows every sign of being the kind of magazine that details what we northerners might think- accurately or inaccurately- as “old southern”. Big antebellum homes with kennels full of field trial champions. Shooting brakes and Kentucky colonels.

For the most part, I suppose, this is a fantasy- but it’s still an interesting one. And reading the magazine will be enjoyable in the way owning a lottery ticket is enjoyable- you can imagine what it would be like to sit in the shade of a huge porch and gaze out over giant lawns, planning lavish dinner parties and inviting friends over for a couple hundred rounds of clays, admiring the bespoke shotguns and smoking cigars after dinner over smooth local bourbons. Don’t think about it being a fantasy and it will be plenty enough to put a smile on your face as you drift off to sleep, lottery ticket under your pocketknife on the night stand.