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I've eaten a guinea pig, too.

I've eaten elephant meat. There. I said it.

Try Pendleton Canadian Whiskey if you like smooooooooooth.

Back when I hunted, I didn't view it as a sport, no more so than growing my own vegatables was a sport. I wanted to know where my meat was coming from. It was work, that had some sporting elements (like using a trad bow). But I know a lot of hunters viewed it as a sport, which was part of the culture about the entire experience that I didn't like. Well put. Although I am not against hunting as a sport, I do not personally hunt for sport. I do not consider my impetus for hunting superior than those who hunt for their own entertainment (I am, of course, against poaching). I started hunting b/c I couldn't afford meat any other way. On the other hand, I fish and I pretty much only catch and release. In essence, I only fish for my own entertainment. This, on my mind, is ethically equivalent to those who hunt for pleasure. And yes, the animal is not killed--but I think the logic is about the same. So, you spent $$$ for a tank of gas, a gun, ammo, licenses, those cool looking technicolor vests, etc...because you couldn't afford chicken at .99/lb? Bwahhhh! You po black chilluns sho kno howda make up dat shit talk.... Your version of hunting is pretty different than mine. I was given my first gun, I caught a ride with my hunting buddies, I didn't and don't dress up beyond the regulation $2.99 orange overvest, paid the $48 Idaho license fee and bought a $15 box of ammo and had meat for myself, my man, and my random guests for a year. My meat was clean and butchered by me in my clean kitchen. I stored it in a chest freezer I bought used for $25. And I know that the animal lived well and died quickly (b/c believe it or not, I actually like animals and don't want them to live in feed lots). I know I will never change anyone's mind about hunting with my logic and my feelings behind my actions. But I do think it is important to discuss it--especially with people who "embrace diversity" and all that shit (that may not be you, but I'm just saying...). Different strokes for different folks. You also won't change anyone's mind about not being able to afford meat...which is as cheap as dirt. You hunt because you want to, not for economic reasons. Which is fine...but your trying to bullshit us about your 'rural poverty/hunter gatherer' upbringing is a bit hard to swallow.

Back when I hunted, I didn't view it as a sport, no more so than growing my own vegatables was a sport. I wanted to know where my meat was coming from. It was work, that had some sporting elements (like using a trad bow). But I know a lot of hunters viewed it as a sport, which was part of the culture about the entire experience that I didn't like. Well put. Although I am not against hunting as a sport, I do not personally hunt for sport. I do not consider my impetus for hunting superior than those who hunt for their own entertainment (I am, of course, against poaching). I started hunting b/c I couldn't afford meat any other way. On the other hand, I fish and I pretty much only catch and release. In essence, I only fish for my own entertainment. This, on my mind, is ethically equivalent to those who hunt for pleasure. And yes, the animal is not killed--but I think the logic is about the same. So, you spent $$$ for a tank of gas, a gun, ammo, licenses, those cool looking technicolor vests, etc...because you couldn't afford chicken at .99/lb? Bwahhhh! You po black chilluns sho kno howda make up dat shit talk....

Who are you asking this too? In my opinion W is a frickin nut case who has lost all perspective of being a human. i can handle that Mr. Bush shares at least one human perspective with the rest of us. Occasionally, he must poo.

I won't eat a stupid animal. It's dolphin or nothing.

I heard that one day a bunch of rabbits ganged up on KKK's uncle and thumped the shit out of him. My Dad was responsible for the extinction of at least half a dozen large mammal species on this continent alone. The chamo truck will come in handy when they finally take on ZOG.

I wasn't aware that hunting moose with a steam roller was legal.

One fiberglass carport covering releases as much carbon as a thousand elk heads. The Earth is our mother, and we're burying her in a fiberglass coffin, one carport at a time.

Dennis Kucinich personally promised us this would never happen.... My anti-corrugated fiberglass carport covering stance bars me from ever living in West Seattle.

You go out with a pack that weighs three times as much as the one you came in with. If that ain't a sport for the stupid, I don't know what is.

The Anger. The Angst. Thank you DIS-ALL-US-ION-ME-E-ENT! OH OH OH! OH OH AYE! Dibs on the screenplay.

I read this trip report while listening to a recording of "Howl". Life changing.

I agree with this. Also, I won't mount an elk head on the wall that I didn't take down myself. I hate it when people just buy an elk head at Walmart and mount it in their den. Besides, the Chinese elk heads they have at Wallmart don't match up the quality of an American made elk head. Elitist. A lot of poorer working families can't afford to go out and bag their own elk heads. These simple but kindhearted folk have blank walls that need decorating just like the rest of us, although personally I prefer the exquisitely carved Yanomamo manitou head I was gifted by a local chief for administering simple first aid to children during my last Sobek expedition to the Amazon.

Do the middle peak of Warbonnet. Great climb.

Uhm, Jay. We don't allow, er, your kind on Phinney Ridge. The Phinney Neighborhood Association and Phinney Neighbors for Peace and Justice carefully screen each applicant for philosophical and cultural suitability. That's how we maintain the most harmonious community environment the world has ever seen. I'm sure you understand. You can still patronize our new farmer's market, of course.

In 25 years I've never met a single Seattle non-hunting person that gave a rip one way or the other about hunting. I have, on other hand, met people that have eaten bugs.

37 miles and about 16,000 feet of elevation gain total. Not too bad, considering that we just climbed 11,000' just to do Jack Mtn's 9000' summit. Go figure.

Beautiful stuff.

It's, uh, somewhat seasoned at this point.

I won't eat anything that I or my dogs haven't killed personally.

We unanimously agreed that the rain was vastly preferable to bugs...on the way out, at least. Years ago a party of three of us got 2/3 of the way up the East ridge before we were weathered off. This time, we didn't want to attempt it with a party of three who'd never met each other...nor carry the extra rock gear. Earlier in the year, the S face would be primarily a snow route. This time of year, I think climbing the East ridge and descending the S face would be the most aesthetic + efficient way to climb the mountain. I'd also throw some fishing gear in the pack, too.

Trip: Chelan Mountains - Cardinal, Emerald, Saska, and Pinnacle Peaks Date: 7/4-8/2007 Trip Report: My wife Joanna and I took the our dogs Willi and Annie on their first backpack trip over the week of the 4th. Our route just happened to take us right past Cardinal, Emerald, Saska, and Pinnacle Peaks, which I, of course, had to bag. Starting at the Entiat River TH, we ascended Anthem Creek, then left the trail to negotiate 2 passes before dropping into the headwaters of the Entiats N fork. At first the dogs couldn’t figure out how to negotiate a simple blowdown. By the end of the trip, they were prancing across logs over rapids, fording fast moving streams, and jumping off of 4 foot high boulders. Steep snow at the first pass required some improvisation. I short roped Joanna down before going back up to drag the two dogs on a clothes line. They were, to say the least, not amused. Fetching the dogs Cruelty to animals, Part 1. Dragging the dogs down slope. Annie pulled out of her collar and ran right back up the slope, treeing herself on a small cliff. Up I went a third time. All down. Finally. Nap time From our cowboy camp at the N fork, we ascended to Saska Pass before dropping into Snow Brushy Creek and out. I scrambled up Pinnacle from our camp in Snow Brushy Creek. Four enjoyable nights out in some really beautiful country and perfect weather. Forget something? Cruelty to Animals Part II: Annie takes the plunge Objective 1: Cardinal Peak Rainier from Cardinal Peak Objective 2: Emerald Peak. Snow Brushy Creek from Saska Peak Willi at Saska Pass Fine. You go that way and I'll go this way. Dropping into Snow Brushy Creek The burn on the approach to Borealis Pass and Pinnacle Peak. The trail is gone. Burnt hemlock. Snow Brushy Creek. Mmmmorels The Chelan mountains are Washington's best kept secret. Or, er, were anyway. Over the summer's peak weekend, we didn't see a soul until the last day (a whopping party of 2). Cowboy camps right out of Brokeback Mountain, larches, great scrambling peaks, a zoo full of wildlife, including bighorns (OK, we didn't see any, but the signs say they're there), morels, dollar Rainiers at the Ardenvoir cafe...all about 3.5 hours from Seattle. What's not to love? Gear Notes: Lite axe and aluminum crampons.

Trip: Big Snagtooth, Big Kangaroo - South Face Date: 7/1-3/2007 Trip Report: Should we or should we not rappel into the abyss? That was the question of the hour, that hour being near midnight, as James, Brian, and I stood atop Kangaroo ridge looking down at a snow patch anywhere from 30 to 300 feet below us. We could have simply down climbed the steep couloir next the South Face of Big Kangaroo, the route we had just completed a few hours before, but creativity got the best of us, so here we were. We didn’t rappel, of course, but picked our way down the scree slope we had just climbed before stopping to wait for the moon to rise. Four hours later I crawled out of my clammy, ripped emergency bivvy bag and continued the trip down to the car, Winthrop, and a very large breakfast with my compatriots. Trouble was, our overnight gear was still at 6000 feet in the Willow Creek basin. We’d have to come back for it. So that was how we REALLY got to know the Willow Creek approach REALLY well; we did it 4 times. Day one included the schwak into Willow Creek and a scramble of the much coveted Big Snagtooth. Not a bad jaunt, but earlier season snow might cover up the vertical bowling alley that leads to the summit ridge. Conquerer and conquered. James and Big Snagtooth. Unbearable lightness of being. Brian descending Big Snagtooth. The following day our objective was the South Face of Big Kangaroo via the 7 pitch, 5.8 Beckey route. South Face of Big Kangaroo. The Beckey route follows the right slanting chimney just right of center face. Face shot 900 feet of sheer fun The Big Squeeze, pitch 6. The interpretive dance section, pitch 6. A pretty fun route, particularly the top uppermost 3 pitches. Only one suck ass pitch on it; a crumbly flaring offwidth. Brian enjoyed the lead on that one. We had to circumnavigate ¾ of the summit pyramid before finding a reasonable way up the final needle. If you prefer climbing unprotectable cookie crumbs, take the S side. The N side, however, is more recommended. Cinquefoil Weird orange slime and snow Long story short, we screwed the pooch by trying to climb Kangaroo Ridge to a reach the snowy slopes we remembered were somewhere on the Willow Creek side. After our bivvy, we headed straight for the hairpin and then humped it down the highway to our car. We then spent the morning eating and sleeping in the park in Winthrop as a whole lot of wife beater clad men and their supremely fat mates milled about our prone corpses. The morning after That afternoon, we headed back up Willow Creek where we were reunited with our overnight gear. We spent the night before returning home. I got nothing here Final evening Gear Notes: Gear to 3.5", axe, poons. Approach Notes: Willow Creek: Park car at Burgundy Col TH. Follow old trail up creek, turn up Willow creek. Bypass waterfall and cliffs to climber's left. Stay several hundred feet above creek until a large talus slope on its S side comes into view. Ascend this slope and camp in basin at about 6000 feet.