Cunning planning

Well, I’ve successfully planned our road trip from up here in the not so frozen north all the way down to Florida and our planned turnaround point. Hotels are booked as far as Jacksonville, just so’s I can get a chance to see the scheduled SpaceX launches for that week. After which we’re looking at Charleston for a few days to soak in the local Revolutionary and Civil War history. It’s taking a lot of discussion, argument, rolled eyes and subterfuge to agree on where to go and stay. Still, we’ve more or less agreed on where we want to be and what to do while we’re there. It’s proving a mammoth task, especially as Mrs S wants stuff all booked up in advance. Which I feel interferes with the spontaneity of the trip, but that’s where we’ve had to compromise. So far we haven’t quite threatened each other with divorce. Yet.

Minor frustrations aside, things are shaping up nicely. Mrs S did ask me if I’d buy her an Alligator skin handbag. I smiled and did my usual ‘yes dear’ until I saw the prices. A thousand bucks! Yikes!

No doubt whilst we’re down in the deep south we’ll have to dodge all the political campaigners. I’m watching with amusement as the Republican party upper echelons appear to want to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, simply because the current front running candidate is not “One of us.” and is more of a pragmatist than they’d like. As for the Democrats, I can’t see much of a choice from Bernie Sanders’ redistributionist policies and Hilary Clinton’s, the only difference between them is whose pockets the ‘redistributed’ wealth ends up in. Sure as hell won’t be the voters. Never is, never will be. But that’s left wing politics for you. The little guy always gets screwed, only the insiders ever get anything out of it.

Talking of people getting screwed by officialdom. In our municipality some dozy half wit passed the EDPA bylaw in 2012, which on the face of it isn’t much. Basically what the bylaw is supposed to do is to protect endangered species. Which is a laudable sentiment. Unfortunately, the road to hell being paved with good intentions as it is, this bylaw is in some places preventing people from mowing their lawns and repairing properties into which the rot has set. All in the name of ‘protecting the environment’. This bylaw is being enforced with such zeal that even the new Mayor wants it repealed. Which won’t happen. Because the problem is that the ‘green’ insanity is so entrenched in our locale that this will never happen. Which is why Mrs S and I won’t be buying a house in Saanich. Why bother buying a property when some silly bylaw takes a chunk off it’s value whenever your house needs repairing or the hedges need cutting back? What happens when you can’t lawfully trim the big tree in your yard that tries to put a branch through your bedroom window whenever there’s a windstorm? All in the name of ‘protecting’ the environment.

What the zealous enforcers do not seem to have a grip on (apart from reality) is that properties and land need maintenance. Like the environment. We live in a managed environment. Our houses are proof of this. 21st century man is not well adapted to living without the necessities of life like shelter, heating, fresh water on tap, sewage disposed of, light at the flick of a switch, clean dry clothing and food they don’t have to catch or grow themselves. What is it modern people do when deprived of these things? Oh yes, starve. I wonder how the enforcers would fare if deprived of these modern conveniences. Probably not well, although going onto a more survivalist footing might deprive them of the time they spend on gleefully interfering in the lives of others.

One thing I have promised myself this year is that I’m going to join the local fish and game association, do my gun safety course, get my license and buy a couple of rifles for Mrs S and I to do a little off duty plinking. We may even do a little hunting up Island. Maybe not. Fresh Game is nice for a special treat five or six times a year but it’s such a nuisance to prepare and process a whole animal just for two people.

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20 thoughts on “Cunning planning”

  1. Headshots are frowned on, except turkey. And elephant, but I don’t think there’s many in the Canadian woods.. 🙂

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  2. Got it; roadkill meat in British Columbia can be collected by anyone with a Trappers license, providing they report it using the right form. Otherwise it remains property of the government (They’re welcome to it). Me, I’d prefer something I hunted myself. At least I’d know how fresh it was. General overview of regulations here.

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    1. But if you hit it with your car then you would know it was fresh.

      I once had a horrific experience when I came across a dying Rabbit that someone else had hit, and in my distress for the rabbit, I forced my children to kill it. It was awful. I shut my eyes while I cried.

      I then took it home, skinned it, gutted it, and cooked it. And very nice it was too.

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        1. Who cares about a half dead Rabbit. Better killed and eaten.
          Besides, Road Kill doesn’t hang around for too long.

          Deer? My only problem would be getting it in the boot. But I certainly wouldn’t leave it there.

          Yes, of course it is better to shoot to kill, especially if you just blow it’s head off.

          Sorry about that.

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  3. We have Butchers who “Help” to dispose of large, dead animals, for a share of the carcass if hit on the road. It’s against the law here. Although I have never been absolutely certain of what would happen if one did. But the car insurance is certainly invalid.
    As for shooting, there is a Quota. So possibly dodgy if you killed one by accident.

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    1. Over here you need a hunting license for shooting game, but since you can get such a permit at every Canadian Tire or rural supermarket, it’s not much of a bother. Not sure about roadkill Deer for example. I’d have to look that one up. I have a feeling it’s one of those grey areas.

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  4. I knew we could rely on you for a cunning plan, Bill! But will it survive contact with the enemy, to say nothing of Mrs. S?

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    1. Well, it’s looking good so far. I’ve built in some Jesus factor in case of delays and divers alarums. I’ve taken out extra health insurance and all our bookings have free cancellation if everything should go south. So yes, I think it will survive contact with reality because we did the same thing last year and it worked.

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      1. ‘You will regret those rash words, Baldrick.’ But I’m sure you’ll be OK – bloody resourceful, you backwoods Canucks.

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        1. I do hope I’ve been overcautious. But then I was a good little boy scout until that unfortunate incident with Two Girl Guides, Arkela, and that game of ‘spin the bottle’. Fun, but it cost me my woggle.

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        2. Oh, I see. I was too old by then, was I? I got stuck with the unwelcome attentions of The Cub Master at the next Jamboree. And that didn’t half cause a kerfuffle I can tell you.
          I ran away to sea after that.

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  5. Don’t they have local processing plants in most hunting-oriented states, that will process your deer for you?

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    1. Good question. I’m not sure. The local fish and game society might. There are also butchers like these. I’ll go talk to a few people.

      One small thing; we’re ‘provinces’ up here in the not so frozen north. People can get a bit sensitive about this difference between us and our wilder cousins down south.

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