Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
I hope Bob Costas has the balls to speak out again tonight on the gun culture.
Because it is a discussion we damm sure better get to.
He had some missteps last week discussing ``gun culture,'' but overall I thought he nailed. it. Bottom line is that the gun culture in America is something harder to control than guns themselves.
The problem isn't the guns as much as the ideas and values associated with them.
The reason there hasn't been a Ramble with Storm the past three days is that I am trying to sort out my thoughts on the gun culture in America. Difficulty in forming those thoughts was only made harder by the massacre of children on Friday.
I was hoping to do a Sunday column on it, but I still can't put my thoughts together coherently enough.
So this is a work in progress. Take it that way.
A great horned owl flew out of the tree behind the backstop at the ballfield on the edge of town. That was the second owl I have seen on rambles in the past week.
This after only seeing something like two in some 12 years or morning rambles with the meathead and before him, the late much missed Flash. Now two owls in a week.
Guns and the gun culture in America are complicated for me. Always has been, probably always will be. I own and enjoy guns. But they also don't define my life or my politics.
I refuse to allow my life to be defined by arms manufacturers themselves or their paid parrots in the outdoor media.
Much opinion in the outdoor media comes from people whose web sites or wire services are paid for by advertising from arms manufacturers or they are actually working in public relations roles for arms manufacturers or advocacy groups backed by them.
My point is take opinion with a grain of salt. Or more to the point, think your own thoughts. Don't just parrot those of gun advocacy groups.
For the life of me, I don't understand defining life or political views on guns. I have a long list of things that are more important to me. In nearly four decades of voting, I have never went far enough down on that list of important issues to base a voting decision on gun control.
The belted kingfisher was raucously working the eastern shoreline of the town pond, flying between both old clay pits. I think he has another week, then I think the ice will finally begin building.
What set me to trying to sort out my thoughts on gun culture was my weekly call to my dad. He told me he sold his deer rifle to my younger brother.
After deer hunting this fall, he realized his knee and hip replacements can't take crawling around the mountains any more.
So he sold his deer rifle to my younger brother, on the condition that the gun stays in the family. Dad wanted to make sure it was all right with me.
The reality is that I don't have a lot of use for a rifle. Most of my hunting is done in Illinois, where most hunting is with a shotgun.
More immediately and more importantly, I didn't have the money to buy it any way and my brother did. A little advice for all you youngsters out there (thank you Steve Stone), ``Writing software is more lucrative than writing.''
Put it this way, if you have utilized an ER in a major city, there's a chance you benefited from my brother's work.
I find myself with no satisfactory solution, other than thinking the discussion better be beyond just gun control and go on to include a discussion on the gun culture, too.
A gray squirrel scolded Storm and me as we came back into town. I finally found him on the corner of the roof at the feed mill. I have never seen a squirrel up. My guess is he ran down the wires and jumped.
Just another oddity.