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Is Anybody Listening? Apparently… Yes.

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

By Craig Dumas

You know what’s got me upset this week? The fact that on April 20th of last year, the state government of Michigan introduced legislation to incrementally increase license fees over the next six years. For instance, residents will go from $15 to $30 for a regular firearm license and senior citizens in deer camp will fork out from $6 up to $24 for the privilege. While ours only doubles, the old timers pay more than 3 times for the same tag as a year ago. Shouldn’t they be expected to pay less out of respect for age and seniority? And to make it worse, they’re raising the prices but, for those in their golden years, they won’t tell you of the senior discount unless you ask. They want you to pay the higher price if you’re none the wiser. It’s public information, but it’s not. Get it?

Why can’t the cost be recouped from the carpetbagging non-residents that come into our state and pilfer our game? Ours is going up by $15 while the out-of-staters is going up 27, $138 to $165. I say tag them for double to compensate for the seniors, juniors, and retirees. (It’s bad enough we share a stateline with them, but do we have to let them have access to our wildlife too?) The state is even beefing up the small game price for juniors from $1 to $10. Is that any sort of encouragement for the next generation of hunters? As far as all the other fees are concerned, I guess they are adjusted accordingly. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not opposed to the increase itself, but the fact the state is doing it over six years. This state is long overdue for a rate adjustment. I just think it would be better absorbed and forgotten if they made the increases effective right away. I believe that if they have a long-term plan for how the funds are divvied, they can create a plan to bank the money (with interest no less) and disperse it more efffectively. Reason being, there will be some people that think it’s unfair and decide they will hunt on their own terms but if you look, we are at a much lower standard than other competitive states and need the increases to pay for the revenue shortfall we are currently facing and the cuts in place now. I mean, the state has even started to close some state parks because the lack of funding has caused poor upkeep and this is what affects me directly since my family devotedly uses these campgrounds for vacation and getaways.

Editor’s note: If anyone had the idea our Grizzly Woodsman was a gun-wielding simpleton, I think the preceding two paragraphs thoroughly put that theory to rest. No, he’s more of an angry-at-the-government, gun-wielding simpleton. But he respects his elders, so Craig’s a little less scary. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.

So across the board we’ll generally pay more over the next six years when we could just get it over with and make the increase effective immediately. I feel much of the resentment and negative responses would be detoured if done swiftly and effectively. It’s kind of like ripping off a Band-Aid. Do they really want to hear the gripes over the next six years or just hear it for a few months? One quick yank and it’s quickly forgotten. I’m sure the number of tags will go down for a while but the hunters will return gradually just because hunters like to hunt. Meanwhile, those few hunters that don’t purchase licenses will return to hunt sans tag, illegally.

What’s the only reason I see why it might be better for the gradual increase? I don’t think the state government would know what to do with all that money coming in at once. I know what they could do. Bring back the DNR officers they thinned out and make the patrols more effective to control poachers and illegal goings on. That would be a start. What they could do is really focus on when and where the mysterious TB herd is going and quarantine them if possible. They don’t really seem to have a firm handle on how to count and control them. The flying over of an area and getting a head count and averaging it over the counties is farcical. The numbers change every year and they aren’t going down. It just seems to migrate from county to county overlapping on some borders. I, for one, have experienced that every deer taken in our camp has been disease-free and quite healthy. What they could do is set aside some funds to establish new programs for children and young adults to encourage hunting and hunting techniques in the field. What they could do is have controlled baiting regulated by said officers to better the hunting experiences especially for the younger hunters. In the same breath, they are trying to limit our baiting process to control the herd by simply not letting us bait at all. How is this helping the government control the diseased herd? Their answer: Give us unlimited tags (or have in the past) for antlerless deer but don’t let us bait to get them. This logic doesn’t make any sense to me. I guess as long as they can justify it to themselves, it’s ok. They claim the disease is spread via breathing and feeding around the same bait pile. I guess deer don’t breathe when they bed down or do anything else in close proximity. (So how does the DNR believe deer breed? Do they hold their breath while in “the act”?)

You know, as I reminisce on old photos of my uncles and grandparents back in the heyday of a popular sport, I realize that we’re not in the 1950s and ‘60s anymore, when the deer were plentiful, there was no need for baiting, and hunting was much more prosperous. We live in a time where politics and the local governments dictate what, when, and how we hunt. They tell us what times to be out, they tell us when we can bait, and they tell us how much we need to pay the state for wanting to enjoy the outdoors. It almost – almost – hints of Big Brother doesn’t it? I don’t really know when it got so out of hand but it’s gotten to a point that it can, does, and will turn away even the most dedicated and loyal of hunters. I ponder the thought, too often, that I need to be out there to carry on tradition as opposed to just going for the fun and camaraderie. I’m trying hard to carry this tradition forward so my son and daughter can go out to enjoy the same experiences I had, and not be deterred by politics or a government trying to intercede via costs, licenses, and rules. I will, however, forge on so as not to lose touch with nature and the future of my children, no matter what.

Editor’s note: As I was editing Craig’s work and searching the Internet for interesting links to add a bit of color to the dour forecast, I came across an article on the subject of fees. A part of me wanted to send this piece back to Craig with a ‘Sorry, we can’t post it,’ apology. However, after reading his rants about the fees, I thought it was more fitting to post the entire piece. You see, most people would be happy that logic won out in the end. Craig, however, will hardly be satisfied because he wrote this entry a full two months after the raised fees were nixed. Now he’ll read this and probably chew right through his own lip. Why? Because that’s what our Grizzly Woodsman does. Even when he wins, he loses.

And that’s funny all by itself.

Grizzly Woodsman: Sport or Survival?

Monday, February 11th, 2008

By Craig Dumas

Hunt or hunting as described by Webster’s Unabridged is: ‘the act of chasing wild animals for the purpose of catching them; a chase, the act of a person or animal that hunts’.

It may be inferred but it doesn’t say anything about killing them. That is exactly where I separate the term sport from survival. So, is it safe to say hunting’s now considered a sport, or is it truly a necessity for only those few that only rely on the meats of the wild to maintain life? Hardly. The sport is exactly that. Many a hunter goes out either alone or with a group to kill game for what? Do they just toss their kill in the trash and call it a day? Is there a ribbon or certificate awarded for the accomplishment? This is where the term should describe and differentiate fun from survival. As in fishing, catch and release is the only true explanation of the term. Nothing is killed, yet skill and talent are the only things expensed and exercised.

If you go out and join a club that shoots at targets short or long range, or even spot targets that move, that’s a sport. You are expressing skill and talent towards a hobby. You are not killing anything but time and ammo, hence the term ‘sport’. If you want meat, you depend on the local grocer to supply the fattening and heart attack-inducing beef that’s farm bred and fed chemicals to plump up our dinner portions. In today’s day and age, it’s common for us to hunt for fun since we are, after all, the superior species and have the opposable thumbs. Survival of the fittest is putting it mildly. We don’t have to depend on the kill to put food on the table and feed our families. I think it’s more common to see this when you get out of the city and get into the rural settings. Believe me – some of these settings are downright uninhabitable and inhumane. I don’t really know how people live and survive in little shacks that look deplorable and should be condemned. But I can tell you that by the number of gunshots I hear after the typical hunting hours plus out of season shots, these folks are putting food on the table for reasons beyond simple sportsmanship.

Survival as described by Webster’s Unabridged is ‘remaining alive or in existence by any means necessary’. This means that ‘sport’ is no longer the correct term and should instead be replaced by ‘hunting’. This is where it gets interesting.

The root purpose of survival hunting is to utilize all parts of an animal for food and whatever else is needed. Be it bait for entrapment of larger game, tools from the bones to fashion weaponry, or the skins to make clothing for protection from the elements. All these are truths to the terms survival and hunting. An example, you commonly find in that area is rabbit. Setting a snare trap is easy. Once caught, skinning and eviscerating are essential and need to be done quickly. Like rolling a wet sock down a leg, the hide is done fast and then you have fur-lined gloves. Hand protection. Deer is a larger game and the same rules apply. Only now you have some quantities of meat to be stored in an underground-type freezer. As an added bonus, you’ll have a hide that once added to another you have the makings for a durable coat. Being that deer hair is hollow; this creates wonderful insulation for your body. As for the meats, one must be aware that you can, and do, get protein poisoning due to over consumption of the wild meat. Since wild game is very lean to say the least, you will in turn get lean as well and must utilize all the other parts of the body to get the necessary fats available. This includes the eyes, feet, brains, and even bones. Yes, I said bones too. They do carry some fat sources that are at a minimum, but needed nonetheless.

So when they say hunting is considered by some to be a sport or a game, I don’t necessarily agree. Some don’t take it quite as seriously as I do. As our Canon Fodder editor, can attest to, I’m somewhat serious and reserved about the whole thing. More than I probably should be, so I try lighten up with a few ‘barley pops’ daily during the hunting season. I don’t go out there just to kill for the fling but to properly study and choose the best target, not unlike the natural predators of the land. It’s no longer a survival-type need, but more of a hobby practiced by those of us that like to be one with nature and fire weapons. It’s more an acquired skill that one cherishes and appreciates all the more when the trophy is taken. Heck, if I just wanted to kill for the rush of it, I have 10 acres that has a plentitude of game ripe for the taking anytime, any day. That’s not the point and I am sure you understand where I come from. In today’s day and age where anything goes and the future rapidly becomes the past, it’s hard to keep up with the discussion that never has an end but is a never-ending circle.

So is it sport, or survival, or a bit of both? Chasing game for the fun of it is sport, but when you actually kill something the critter is when it changes to hunting. Not necessarily for survival, but essentially to feed one’s family. Hunting is the intent of a kill; sport is the intent of the chase. I don’t know if it exactly jives with the Canon Fodder description of a sport, but the dictionary definitely has two definitions.

Now grab your firearm and get close with nature… it’s almost time for supper.

Battling Off-Season Blues

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

By Craig Dumas

Editor’s note: With NFL fans less than a week away from an unmercifully long off-season, we’re taking a break from Super Bowl hype to reintroduce you to another group of sportsman lingering through off-season depression.

Well, near as I can tell, ‘zilch’ and ‘diddly-squat’ are roughly the same amount, which leads me to believe if you’re a true hunter you know this is the time of year laden with lull and waste. Nada, nyet, zero, and zip are all descriptive words for this time of year. Tis’ the season of mere small game and yet smaller meals due to the size – or lack thereof – of this small game. (Although a good-sized rabbit with the trimmings can satisfy even the heartiest of appetites.)

Now is the time to start planning your meals for the upcoming season (still nine months away), how and when you will be arriving for Opening Day, making sure the rifle is clean and safely tucking it away yearning for the next opportunity to fire. If you’re a diehard hunter, I suppose there’s something to hunt anytime of year; one just needs to refer to the yearly hunting guide published by the state government. I, for one, must also ‘kill’ time by visiting the Almont Smoke House in Almont, MI to salivate over the variety of meats which include venison, elk, turkey, pheasant, etc., all processed into tasty snack sticks, jerky, and salami. Even entire birds are readily smoked and available for the most daring of taste buds. These animals are butchered and sold to the luckless hunter in need of the wild taste unearned from previous season. I, for one, fill the shopping cart to the rim and go home stocking my freezer with a variety of these to pacify my appetite for wild game.

With our firearm and extended, or ‘late’, season come and gone, I can only ponder what I’m going to do as I watch a six-point buck looking to bed down for the night in the back 40 behind my house. This is what brings on the depression and makes me toss the idea around of just going back there with a .22 and bag that trophy. And since it is getting late, those antlers are due to fall off anytime so a kill now would generate a decent wall mount sans head but nonetheless a trophy. Or, I could let it go, hoping it will make it to next year without being poached. (Since we live in the boonies, it’s entirely possible – and probable – the deer will be taken on any given day by another lawbreaker.

So on it goes. Turkey applications were being accepted after the first of January. I don’t particularly care for wild turkey (unless it’s in a rock glass with a few cubes) and find it difficult to skin. I’m told, however, if you do it right away, the feathers are easy to pull out. On the other hand, if you wait, you might as well try to skin the thing as the colder it gets, the harder it is to do. So I’m not too fond of turkey hunting. (But I do make an exception when it’s destined for the deep fryer. There’s something to the technique of brining it or injecting it with your favorite marinade. Without this preparation, it’s just not as flavorful and mouth-watering a taste to die for.) Other than that, as long as it’s dark meat, I’ll settle for the once a year sit-down just before Christmas. It’s the only time of year you’ll have the excuse to fall asleep (via an overdose of tryptophan, no doubt) during your favorite football game late in the afternoon.

With all this pondering which can – and does – take months, the new thoughts of the previously mentioned meals, preparedness, and scheduling of the calendar begin to take shape. By now I have these days memorized from the calendar and the premeditated workings on the wife for her to schedule time-off has begun. I can, for the most part, reason with her and the quiet mental celebrations have begun. Believe me, it’s a struggle to convince her to not cash in vacation time in lieu of my extended stay in the great north woods. And especially this year when Opening Day is on a Saturday, which means I have a full week and a half to bring home the goods. See, it’s happening already – happiness is starting to work it’s way back in!

Soon spring will bring thoughts of the newborns and more frequent visits up north to do some surveying, tree trimming and biking. It will awaken the urge to study the adult deer and see what they’re eating and when. It’s too many a morning you can find me standing at the doorwall with a coffee in one hand and my mini binoculars in the other. There are quite a few runs or paths the deer take to taunt and tease the unarmed observer. These are the best times for a hunter such as me to see the hope and potential of another years’ herd making it through the winter and promising for a successful season.