Claim the privilege of hunting according to the dictates of your own conscience, and allow all hunters the same privilege;
let them practice how, where, or what they may.








Saturday, June 27, 2009

Saturday Travel Log: SBW on the Continent

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"We pulled into a lay by and watched a succession of well dressed women announce their embarrassment by using a strangely exaggerated gait to cross the picnic area in search of the relative privacy of the forest."

Our adventurous overseas correspondent, The Suburban Bushwacker, is traveling the Continent in an attempt to reach the Italian peninsula. If I was to vote most likely Blogger to have an adventure whilst looking for the loo, SBW would get my vote.

The first installment is up, and I am looking forward to hearing the rest. By the looks of day one, it should be a doozy!


More from the Bushwacker


Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Friday, June 26, 2009

Blogs of Note: Hunter by Design

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Blogs of Note: Hunter by Design

"I’ve found that hunting and fishing are a means to an end to a deeper relationship, and that’s what makes it all worth it."


I was traipsing my way through other folks blogrolls the other night. I know it sounds creepy when you put it like that, but it's not like I was going through their underwear drawer. I make it a habit of doing that every so often, (going through peoples blogrolls, not drawers) because you never know what pearls you will pry from them.

This time I found Hunter by Design. Nathan definitely has a future in the industry!

Photo Credit: Nathan at Hunter by Design
Nathan and his 24lbs bird!

I have watched a couple of his videos, and though homemade and filmed with store bought cameras, they where so well produced that I was flabbergasted. Flabbergasted I tell you! Top notch stuff!

Now I think that he is a pretty busy fellow, with his business and two little ones, so he doesn't post as frequently as some of us, but none the less, it is some good stuff!

Stop by, and take a look, I think Y'all will like it!


Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

HSUS University

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Humane Society University to Offer College Degrees in Animal Protection Studies

"Further advancing its leadership in human-animal studies, Humane Society University, an affiliate of The Humane Society of the United States, announced today that it has received a license as a higher education degree-granting institution by the District of Columbia Education Licensure Commission. The HSUS is the first animal welfare organization to receive such authority and distinction."

Now I think I have seen everything. No matter what you may think about HSUS, this is a stroke of genius on their part. Create an accredited university with a well vetted staff of PhDs and teach animal rights and activism.

One portion of their plan seems especially slick, Certified Advocacy Management Specialist:

"Our Advocacy Course Series offers in-depth, hands-on training for the new activist or the more seasoned campaigner to learn how to really make a difference. So sign up today for these online courses and get ready to plan your next campaign with the effective techniques and templates presented."

Go and take a look at the courses. (Here) Not bad, huh? I am seriously considering investing the money and taking them. Nothing like learning from the best. And the beauty is that they cannot deny anyone entry into their courses. When they elected to receive a license as a higher education degree-granting institution by the District of Columbia Education Licensure Commission, they elected to follow all the rules, whether they like it or not.

Friends, these folks are out for nothing less than a totalitarianism based on their beliefs. I for one, have no desire to be subjected to a dictatorship based on a concept of moral equality for all things, which ultimately and logically leads to the outcome of, "I am more morally equal than you."

But an education is always a good investment in oneself. And I am more than willing to learn from an organization that has mastered the art of appearing mainstream when it nothing of the sort. The blade cuts both ways, and in this case I'll be holding the sword.

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Related Links:
PeTA: Cruel to Children
Where do Donations to the HSUS Go?.

TROC Current Top Ten

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Disassemble, clean, and reassemble your Ruger 10/22 magazine

Part I: Disassembling the Ruger 10/22

The Range Reviews: 416 Ruger Hawkeye Alaskan

Boar Hunting Calibers Part I

Feeding Baby Mockingbirds

Part II: Cleaning the Ruger 10/22


Hog Hunting Rifles Part I



The Range Reviews: YHM Black Diamond Upper



Boar Hunting Calibers Part II



Where do HSUS Donations Go?


Someone is lifting my posts verbatim so I figured I might as well put them to some use for links. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

PeTA: Why I Despise Them

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PeTA: Animal Rights Activists and Child Molesters
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Babygirl is here for the summer, finally. I pretty much look forward to it from the moment she leaves at the end of summer.

This year it has been a little different though. She's going to turn twelve, and Dad doesn't understand little girls much. Oh she's still a big help, handing me tools and helping me sharpen knives, but this little fellow named Peter calls, and there's a lot of giggling and such. Why do little girls giggle so much anyway? Oh, and she wants to be a Vegan.

A few of nights ago we are all getting ready for bedtime. Mom and I sent Bubby and Babygirl off to change into their PJs and brush their teeth. Why does a simple operation like that take so long? When my sweetie pie comes out, there was something in the body language that made me alert. Fuzzy slippers, monkey pajama pants, t-shirt with an animal or two... wait a minute, what's that writing?

Hunting is not a sport.
In a sport both sides should know they are in the game.

It was late and I was tired. At least I didn't make her cry. But I forbade the wearing of that shirt in my home.

Oh, I got an earful about twenty minutes later. By the time the Mrs was done with me, I wished I had been skinned and burned at the stake. Little did I know how prescient I was.

The next morning I attempted to assuage Babygirl. I can be pretty gruff especially when it has something to do with foolish Vegan and animal rights activism; and for a sensitive little girl, I must look and sound positively ogre like, and not in the funny way. Anyway, the next morning I sat down with her at the dining room table and explained to her that I was a little surprised to see her wearing that shirt. After all, she knows I hunt and her grandpa did too. I was in the middle of all this when I look at the cute monkey on her t shirt, and realize that I'm looking at an advertisement for PeTA! What was on the shirt is irrelevant, the point is that now I was dealing with a wardrobe of animal rights activism! She even has Vegan tennis shoes.

When I asked her where on this green earth she got the shirts, she says, "My friend got them for me."

"What friend?" I asked, eyebrow threatening to become part of my hair-do.

"My school friend A___." She answered.

Well I asked her what she knew and what she thought about what her "friend" was telling her. I proceeded to dismantle her assertions and the disinformation she had been fed. I have some small experience with indoctrination techniques. From her answers I could tell that she was being brainwashed and indoctrinated by this "friend." I felt that we made some progress and opened the door to further discussion.

Fast forward to last night. We went to the local Mexican restaurant. They make the best steak burritos, and their guacamole kicks! Mom, Babygirl, and I ordered those steak burritos with refried beans, yellow rice, and a dollop of sour cream. Man, they were good. I winked at the Mrs. as my Babygirl dug right into that steak like the good carnivore she is.

About midway through the meal, Babygirl asked me why trappers needed to skin animals alive.

"What?!" I exclaimed. "There's no way a trapper would skin an animal alive. That animal would tear him apart! And anyway, the way traps are set up, they either kill the animal instantly, or quick enough that it isn't unjustly cruel."

"But Dad," she started, "they do, I..."

"Babygirl, don't be silly!" I cut her off. "No trapper would do such a thing. Who told you this? What lies is your friend telling you?" I didn't notice the tears welling up in her eyes.

A swift painful kick caught me right in the shin. Startled I looked at the Mrs who was sitting across from me. Its a wonder she hasn't broken my leg yet. She made signs to me to hug my Babygirl. That's when I noticed the tears streaming down her face.

I'm a lot of things.

Stubborn, boneheaded, smart, an idiot, and a whole bunch of other things, some good, some not so good, and a few unmentionables that I wish I wasn't.

But there is one thing that I am, and that is an implacable foe. When I get it in for you, you had better hope an armored division is between you and me. That is the only thing that might even the odds between us. I will hunt you down and I will destroy everything you throw in my path.

Someone has hurt my Babygirl, and I won't stop going after them until they are destroyed.

I held her for a long while, my food forgotten and cold on the plate. When she settled down, I got to the bottom of the issue. She had been shown a video of animals being skinned alive, the skinners laughing, and having a good time. I was aghast, not at the apparent cruelty to animals, but at the malicious and criminal act of exposing a child to such depravity.

The Mrs and I tried, as best we could to explain to her that these were acts done by mentally deficient people, and an aberration. I promised her that I would get to the bottom of this and see what I could do.

After we had come home and I was sure that all dreams were going to be sweet ones, I did my research. What I found shocked me. Videos of animals being skinned alive. Babygirl wasn't lying.

Let me warn you. Do not look for them, the images will turn your stomach.

DO NOT LOOK FOR THEM. DO NOT VIEW THEM.
You do not need to. It is enough for you my friends, to take my word on this. I'm not particularly surprised to to see people act in an inhumane way. But this transcends the "normal" psychotic behavior we are accustomed to see. These images come from Chinese fur farms, a place not known for any sentimentality. The skinners bludgeon the furbearers in an attempt to kill them outright, but more often than not, they only stun the creature. Many times it isn't enough to keep the animal from writhing in agony and gnashing its teeth as its skin is torn from its body.

By the way, next time somebody wants to piss and moan about hi-fence hunting I might blow a gasket. Let's concentrate on important things.

But I am not here to discuss the relative moral implications of buying fur trimmed coats. What I am though, is asking what the Hell is PeTA thinking when it exposes young children to animal cruelty? What is the difference between mental and physical abuse and harm? It must be a pretty desperate gambit when you have to stoop to hurting children to get your twisted message across. As far as I am concerned, PeTA is nothing more than a hotbed of child molesting filth that needs to be stamped out and erased.

I'll be looking for PeTA from now on. If they attempt to infiltrate a school, I'll be there. When their "Young Adult" division PeTA2 comes around with their campaign of disinformation, I'll be there with the truth. And Babygirl's friend, when I am done with her and her parents... I will let you know how it ends up for them.

More importantly I will continue to educate every child I come in contact with about the wonders of Nature and the responsibilities we have towards it. We are the conservationists and preservationists. We are the guardians of everything of value and the only ones that appreciate it in all its magnificence.

My friends, protect your children. You never know where your enemies are, and what their agenda is. Arm them with the ability to think for themselves, teach them to be critical thinkers. It takes time, time you may think you don't have, but when you see tears and anguish on your child's face you will wish you had taken the time and done the right thing by them.

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)

The Hunt Continues...
And boy am I pissed...


Related Posts:

Giving Conservation a Bad Name
Game Reserves, High Fence Hunting What are the Facts?
Sometimes it is Hard to See the Forest...
High Fence Hunting

Florida Felons Report: Justice Served!

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Franklin County man fined; loses rifle, hunting privileges for illegally killing bear

Several months ago I reported on the case of Larry Joe Colson who had shot and killed a black bear on his Gulf County hunting lease.

"Larry Joe Colson, DOB 4/25/54, of Apalachicola, appeared before Gulf County Judge Fred Whitten last week and pleaded no contest to the misdemeanor charge. He must pay a $1,150 fine; forfeit his .30-06 rifle and scope to the state; serve six months probation and see his hunting and fishing privileges suspended for three years.

His license suspension will apply not only to Florida but also in 26 other states who are members of the Interstate Wildlife Violators Compact.

Colson was charged last January after Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission law enforcement officers found a dead bear on his hunting lease in Gulf County. He later admitted killing the bear.

The leased land is owned by the St. Joe Company. The company has since notified Colson he is banned from hunting on any of their lands for the next five years."


It is always a good thing when justice is served and proper punishment meted out to wrong doers. It is a shame that a grown adult who should have known better committed the crime, but at least he owned up to it and met his obligations.

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Laptops and Linux: Albert Asks a Question

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Which Laptop? Which Linux for It?

"Your mileage may vary, void where prohibited, do not remove tag under penalty of law."
Good advice from Bore Patch

I wrote the Computer Security Guru Bore Patch a couple of weeks ago on the subject of rugged laptops and a secure OS. He has kindly written a great post covering his choices and why. Find it at: Which laptop? Which Linux for It?

I'll mention it again, Bore Patch should be on your followers list. He posts many important security posts for your computer and operating system. I think I have pretty much attended to all of them as he has suggested. You can never be too careful!

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

The Range Reviews: Kriss Super V CRB/SO

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Kriss Super V CRB/SO
We will be doing a thorough review on the Kriss Super V CRB/SO in 45 ACP in the near future. In the mean time, I thought you might like to view a couple of pictures I quickly snapped of it.

Kriss Super V stock deployed.

Kriss Super V stock folded.
The action is a closed bolt, delayed blowback, semiauto with the patented Super V System. It is available in 45ACP as this one is, and also in 40S&W. This particular unit has the extended 30rd magazines, in addition to the standard 13 rd magazine.

Recoil is almost non-existent and accuracy is something that I want to demonstrate because even I don't believe it when I hear myself say it!

We will be posting the range photos and review in the near future.

Hog hunting anyone?

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
The Hunt Continues...

Monday, June 22, 2009

Bloggers: Defenders of the Great Outdoors

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"The Blogger is mightier than the M4."
Young, liberal, college co-ed at a symposium.

"That depends on who's behind the M4..."
Albert says out loud to no one in particular.
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When Edward Bulwer-Lytton wrote the phrase "The pen is mightier than the sword," little could he have known, or even imagined, the technological leaps that would sweep across the world the following century and a half.

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Today we have, at the tips of our fingers, the ability to take command of the airways for what ever purpose or desire we have. Instantaneously our words and images can be broadcast to the furthest corners of the known world. Repressive regimes can no longer hide behind Iron or Bamboo Curtains, Revolutionary Guards or medieval dogma. Neither can scofflaws and criminals hide in the dark without fear that someone, somewhere, may record their misdeeds, and a Blogger make it known to everyone.

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Bloggers in particular have the enviable position of being able to concentrate on a particular subject that they are passionate about. They build up loyal fans and readers that are likewise interested in their pursuits. Some bloggers write so well, that they develop a following from a divergent field and really spread the word on their interests and avocations.

We, the Outdoor Bloggers, are in the privileged position that we can bring attention to any issue that we feel needs exposure to an audience far greater than any of the traditional media outlets. Even when the audience is small, it is usually passionate in its interest of the outdoors.

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When you blog, and when you spend time outdoors, you are defending and preserving the outdoors as you see it, as you experience it. Whether hiking, camping, hunting, fishing, or leaf collecting, when you write about it, you remind everyone's collective memory that these things exist, that they are worth protecting, that they are worth experiencing. Bloggers are the new Paul Reveres of this century and Bloggers are the new journalists that keep you informed and help you make decisions.

Likewise when a travesty is exposed, the Blogger can summon his compatriots in righteous indignation and make it known as far and wide as the Blogger can. Only through the medium of blogging can Hubert and The Suburban Bushwacker across the pond get daily updates on conditions here in the United States. Or let us know about their shenanigans!

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Because Al Gore had the foresight to invent the internet, I know moment by moment what Denny at Stop Mountain Top Removal is living through. Denny is an excellent example of what a powerful blogging voice can do for a cause. Even though he has been vilified by the proponents of coal and mountain top removal, he continues to blog regularly as his energy and enthusiasm allows. Denny has been at the head of the battle for a very long time. Much to my chagrin I have not supported him as I had originally planned to do. I ask everyone reading this to take a few moments and check out the I Love Mountains Challenge. Together we can do something. (Look for a post in the near future. I've been absent from this fight long enough.)



Ok where was I, oh yes, Blogging.

You see what I mean? There are going to be some of you that have forgotten about Mountain Top Removal and now you've been reminded. Many of you will click on the I Love Mountains Challenge link and many of you will join the challenge and add the widgets to your blogs. Our voices will be added to thousands more and we will affect the change that we know is right.

Bloggers are the Defenders of the Outdoors. Every post written, every comment made, puts us one step closer to preserving everything that we love. Remember that when we tighten our boots and step into the woods, or tie a Palomar knot on a dry fly. Remember that the next time you step into an icy stream and the pinpricks of cold shiver their way up your calf, or when you're pulling a six inch sliver of wood from your forearm. Remember it when that buck walks into sight and pauses for you, or the jacks slam every thing you throw at them.

Remember we want to know about it too.

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Churrasco and Picanha

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Brazilian Bar-B-Que
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We headed out to Desoto Fort for Father's Day. But the heat and humidity had the heat index at 110 degrees, and we just couldn't stay and get some fishing done. It was a bit of a disappointment, but it was either that or stay and broil our brains!

While we were there, I was plying the grill with the usual offerings of burgers and BBQ chicken. All very good stuff prepared by the Mrs. But a little while into my project, a large family showed up with one of those large white coolers.

Always curious as to what other revelers are bringing, I kept a sharp eye out on their selection. They pulled out a couple of large carriers from the depths of the cooler filled with red delicious looking meat!

One of three (!) grills filled with Picanha cuts

Not one to miss an opportunity to be neighborly, I put my spatula down and moseyed on over to say hello.

After introductions I asked what it was that was being cooked, not recognizing the cuts on the grill. These folks where from Chile, but the cut of meat, the " Picanha," originated in Brazil. Here in the United States, it is known as a "Rump Cover."

Cover the steaks with rock salt.

Basically, all that is done to the meat is a little seasoning according to taste. Then it is slapped on the grill and covered with rock salt. You will note in the pictures that they were using Ice Cream salt which is pretty much the same.

Flip it over after a few minutes, resalt it, and when you judge it done, pick it up, shake the salt off of it and slice into bite sized morsels.

Let me tell you, contrary to what you might think, the meat was not salty in the least. It was tender and cooked through and through. I might have preferred it medium rare, but I was an invited guest not the cook.

I'm going to go and see the butcher at Sam's and see if he can get me the cut so I can try it out. When I do, there will be plenty of pictures to show off!

Regards,
Albert A Rasch
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...


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