Where's the Weekend Hunter?

Remer...I need my fix. Fill me in on the goings on in the world of wildlife and gunfire. I thought about you yesterday morning. I was reading an outdoors column in the Evansville newspaper and the subject was "staged" hunting shows and how they are nothing more than glorified murder. The writer was a hunter, not some whack job animal rights activist. His point was that some of the hosts of these shows are unethical schemers who are really just trying to sell you their books/premium web sites/etc. by showing these great hunts when the action really takes place in an enclosed area with no real hunting. Anyway, I found it interesting and I have no doubt you would have as well.

On the subject of being in Evansville... The tornado damage in Newburgh is ridiculous. I remember the destruction and damage of the November '89 Airport Road tornado. Granted that was a long time ago and my memory is not quite as good in my old age, but I don't think the damage there compares to what I saw. Entire streets up there were virtually wiped out. There were literally homes with one or maybe two interior walls standing. Huge trees that had to be decades old were ripped apart and snapped into pieces. If you did a quick drive through the affected area and were asked to guess how many people were killed in Newburgh, given the fact that the storm came through at 1:30 in the morning, by taking the home damage into account, you would guess at least 15-20 lives were lost. The total: zero. Not a single person was killed. One of Cece's Pop's friends woke up and was staring at the sky; his roof had been torn completely off. I saw the house and that man has no business being alive. A couple got a call from someone in Evansville and were told of the tornado. They pulled their mattress over their heads as they took cover in a bathroom. The next thing they knew a fireman was touching their arm in the middle of the street, asking if they were okay. They had no recollection of being thrown from their home. There were tons of stories like theirs. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to go through that. Just another thing that leaves you in awe of the staggering power of mother nature. Well that, and a huge set of knockers.

And on a lighter note, went to my first Indiana gay bar Friday night. After we shut down the smokiest bar in Evansville, the girls wanted to go somewhere to dance. So we ended up at "Someplace Else" and danced amongst the queers and lesbos of the River City. Not a good looking chick in the place (except for the straight SBBs I was with). Kinda disappointed. Although there were a bunch of dudes kissing each other. Kevin would have been up at the bar making eyes at the fellas to get free shots.