Firstly, please note that this question is clearly not aimed at the anti-hunting, anti-gun lobby, so please don’t answer with such comments.
I am not a hunter myself but I am very interested in the history of hunting and the activity itself.
I would be very grateful if anybody could tell me, in terms a layman could understand, how hunting is not purely a selfish pass-time but also benefits the natural environment and local communities?
Thanks.
Wildlife management officials, unlike most other governmental agencies, usually do their jobs well. They use hunting licenses and limits on hunters to control and maintain healthy game populations and provide for other wild species as well. If allowed to over-populate, many grazing species will cause irreparable damage to ecosystems and have ripple effects through the food chain leading to possible soil erosion and even the extinction of competing species.
Fees from hunting and fishing provide valuable funding for these wildlife programs.
In areas rich in game, entire economies are created that support and service these hunters. Many rural areas rely completely on the guides, outfitters, lodging and transportation around hunting and fishing. In many areas, the only alternative economy to agriculture is the hunting and fishing tourism economy.
The products of harvesting wild game provide healthy, valuable, alternative food sources than the mass produced supermarket food.
I’m from dallas, and every year my family and I used to go to Crested Butte to ski. We havent been in several years, but we used to stay at the claim jumper bed and breakfast, and I heard from a friend that some family bought it and they dont have a bed and breakfast anymore, is this true? where are some other places to stay in crested butte?
Not sure, you should call them and ask.
The hostel is very nice and affordable, and there are always tons of condos up for grabs: www.crestedbuttelodging.com
This is the Associated Press story link. If you have trouble w/ it goto the ap.org website and input Gallatin County Sheriff Raymond Martin Of course since it’s a Democrat Elected Official the AP doesn’t mention the party affiliation though he is a strong member of the Democrat Party, elected on the Democrat Ticket.
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_SHERIFF_ACCUSED_MARIJUANA?SITE=WHIZ&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT
I am from Chicago and nearly every Governor (including republicans) during my lifetime has ended up in jail.
The Chicago Machine is famous for its corruption. The Chicago Machine is a good reason why there shouldn’t be these lifers in Congress and why there should be a balance of power in terms of the constitution of the legislative body by the different political parties. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Before Mayor Daley was…well, Mayor Daley.
Chicago politicians identify with this culture and since the ones in power concur, it lives on!
The town was already fresh with people when we arrived. The big clock that shined on some ancient accountant building proposed eight fifteen in the morning. I quickly took it all in- the alighting sunshine that rose over the trees and promised another reminiscent ray of autumn heat. I felt the brick roads beneath my boots, I watched low-hanging whisps of clouds whisk across the sky after prairie winds chased them down.
A few fruit stands stood up on the sidewalks in front of little shops that held anything, everything in front of calico-colored bricks hit the white canvases of the overlaying tents. People talked, gossiped, shouted over the small crowds to each other. Before I could completely soak it all in, grandpa took me by the elbow and motioned me to follow him to the farm supply store.
Located in an old-makeshift theatre lay strewn organized shelves, aisles of rocky mountain tools and the like, hammers, wrenches, barbed wire and medical supplies for the YellowStone guards. I spotted a store clerk shelving boxes of bullets high on the shelves as Grandpa dissapeared and reimerged behind me. He exchaned a quick word with the clerk, finding the metal coils in aisle two and offering a nod of thanks as he made his way to the counter. I took out the crumpled list Mimi had given me to buy at the grocer, and scanned the list three or four times. Something fell off a shelf far away. I heard the small hum of a quiet conversation, Grandpa’s worn, deep words cascading across the threshold. I found him in the front by the window, talking to a man who was seated on an old soapbox, polishing a rifle with a small green terry cloth.
"I swear, Ralph, they’re here for no good. Locked up them animals last night, boys got into the shed- took ’bout everything they could. Food, supplies-" He faded out with a shake of his head.
Grandpa responded. "Cops been after ‘em?"
"Nah, they won’t be worried until they cross into the Yellowstone Park. Rangers’ll be on them after that."
The man bit his lip, a clutter of grey whiskers standing up on his chin as he cocked the gun and finished. He was a stout man, maybe sixty or so, with a big denim jacket, brown eyes and boots. He poised the gun on his shoulder like a soldier.
"They think they can come again-" He paused. "Got another thing comin, I’ll tell them that. I’m the sharpest shooter in Moren county."
Grandpa smiled. "I don’t doubt that.
lol, the word – c-o-c-k-e-d is bleeped out.
I’m sixteen, I don’t know if that makes a difference…lol
I didn’t get past the first paragraph. Two words for you, darling. Purple prose.
"The town was already fresh with people when we arrived. The big clock that shined on some ancient accountant building proposed eight fifteen in the morning. I quickly took it all in- the alighting sunshine that rose over the trees and promised another reminiscent ray of autumn heat. I felt the brick roads beneath my boots, I watched low-hanging wisps of clouds whisk across the sky after prairie winds chased them down."
Could simply be:
"The town was crowded when we arrived. The big clock ticking on some ancient accounting building declared a quarter past eight in the morning. The sunshine peeking over the trees brought down even more heat onto my burning skin and with the rough brick road scraping at my boots, I watched the wispy clouds be chased across the sky by the prairie winds."
Even then it sounds pretentious but it’s better. Work on correcting your purple prose as it’s distracting to the reader and unnecessary.
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my destination is washington county,cascade maryland, and i m all the way in downtown baltimore, i need to get to cascade. i don’t have any money to get there, i don’t even have a car. is there any way i can get to my destination….what would you do?
Hitchhike
ok i need to know the name of the guy who was playing the guitar with medium curly hair closest to billy ray cyrus in the hannah montanna movie???? anyone know???
I think this is the guy you’re talking about, his name is Marcel, he’s a country singer. Billy Ray asked Marcel, Rascal Flats, and Bucky Covington (American Idol) if they would like to be in the movie, they are both in the scene on stage with Billy Ray.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GjSCpDtYlQ
2700 give or take a couple and 40 hours if you’re driving
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From Summer Stage in Cental Park, New York City, Rufus Wainwright gives a short interview before performing live “Complainte de la Butte,” a song from the film “Moulin Rouge,” with his friend Chris Stills. And yes, it is indeed Rufus’ town.
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