Diana of the Hunt.
In U.S., women go wild for hunting.FREEPORT, Maine (Reuters) - It's deer season in Maine and although the hunting department of outdoor retail specialist L.L. Bean is packed, this is no old-boy's club.
Among the aisles of aerosol deer urine and digital duck calls, there are racks of women's clothing in mossy-oak camouflage, as well as plenty of fluorescent hunter orange.
Lined up behind the counter are dozens of guns, many available with a "short-stock" designed to fit more comfortably into women's shorter arms.
That's because an increasing number of women are heading into the woods, becoming one of the most enthusiastic segments of the hunting world.
. . . . One recent study by the National Sporting Goods Association estimates more than 3 million women now hunt, accounting for about 16 percent of the nearly 21 million active hunters in the United States. I can't help but be a bit conflicted about this development, but, well . . . and it's part of a larger "rise in the number of women involved in all-outdoor recreation -- from camping to kayaking." Given that many ecologists, biologists, amateur naturalists, etc., seem to trace their choice of careers, their passion, back to childhood experiences, I wonder what effect this might have?
Interesting, that there seems to have been an increase in the number of women hunting "in the the past three or four years" (following growth in the '80s and a plateau in the '90s). The obvious suggestion would be something about the war, but I dunno.
posted by Dan S. on 9:58 AM
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Definitions, definitions
1. ". . . one of North America's most distinctive kinds of wetlands . . . characterized by spongy peat deposits,
acidic waters, and a floor covered by a thick carpet of spagnum moss."
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2. A relentless, hard-driving mix of political commentary, recipes, idle ramblings, and so on.
More about bogs here.
Something about the blog format made me think of spagnum moss slowly growing, forming layer after layer of peat deposits many feet thick, sometimes preserving (in Europe) ancient bodies . . . Also, it rhymes.
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Songs currently stuck in my head
despite all my best efforts
"My Happy Ending," by {yech} Avril Lavigne:
"Let's talk this over,
It's not like we're dead . . "
and "Laiska" by Varttina:
Laiska luotu laulmann
oikosormi soittamaan
yskin oita viettelen
unetonna laulelen
Toppling off the bedside book-pile:
Classroom Management for Middle-Grades Teachers , C.M. Charles & Marilyn G. Charles
Teaching U.S. History as Mystery, David Gerwin & Jack Zevin
Crossroads of Continents: Cultures of Siberia and Alaska, William W. Fitzhugh & Aron Crowell
Arctic Crossing: A Journey Through the Northwest Passage and Inuit Culture, Jonathan Waterman
Northern Tales: Stories from the Native People of the Arctic and Subarctic Regions, Howard Norman (ed.)
Life in the Cold, Peter J. Marchand
Wandering Through Winter, Edwin Way Teale
The Winter Vegetarian, Darra Goldstein
Teas of the week:
Tea of Good Tidings: Winter Fruit Blend,
The Republic of Tea
Russian Caravan,
Jacksons of Piccailly
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