Written in the spirit of his father Theodore Roosevelt’s wilderness books, The Happy Hunting Grounds is a collection of hunting stories, some [one] of which recount the expeditions Kermit took with his father. Theodore once said of his son, “It is rare for a boy with his refined tastes and his genuine appreciation of literature — and of so much else — to be also an exceptionally bold and hardy sportsman.” The Happy Hunting Grounds has something for everyone, giving insight into American leaders, nature and exploration, and game hunting. — Book promo @ goodreads.com
This is an interesting book that is somewhat autobiographical. One of the hunting stories will surprise you if you choose to read the book.
The only thing happening here was the forecast of a chance of rain. It was to happened yesterday, last night and this morning. It started last night soon after sundown and rained lightly until I went to sleep. Woke up at 2:00 to find that I was sleeping in a wet bed. Sent an email to O’Neill RV Service that fixed the leak last summer when they put on the new A/C. I’ll go to them when they open today. Slept off and on until 6:00 when I could hear that it was raining hard. The drip on my bed had become a stream. Put a pan under that and made breakfast. It is going to be uncomfortable sleeping during the next few days as I try to get the bed dried out.<br>What is coming with the end of this storm is colder weather. Starting next week the morning lows are forecast to be in the mid to upper 30s which means there is a possible freeze. The morning will most likely be below freezing part of the time at my next camp when I get there and stay that way for the winter months. Such is life for a nomad.
[Y]ou have to understand Washington, where I slaved for many years in the salt mines of journalism. First, it is homogeneous. In the federal bubble, those in the media all think the same things with the slight exception, sometimes, of Fox News. They talk to each other, drink together, read each other. Everyone they know agrees with them, so they must be right, and aren’t they the hypersophisticated national press corps?
Further, Washington is comfortably secure. It doesn’t know or care that most of America is not. Federal employment, unlike true love, is forever. Lobbyists, K Street lawyers and so on live in mansions in Great Falls. They don’t have to choose between paying the cable bill and buying a new coat as winter comes. They don’t notice, or care, that many do.…
Yet further, They are intensely snobbish without knowing it, not in person but in having a powerful sense of class superiority. Almost all are college grads, often with advanced degrees. They know important people, dine at elegant restaurants and don’t know anyone who can’t. Of the many I have known of the Washington well-off, I doubt that even one knew an enlisted soldier,or a guy who drove an eighteen-wheeler for a living, or a policeman or anyone who ran a down-scale bar – that is, anyone who would vote for Trump. Hillary caught this contempt perfectly, calling these low-order Americans deplorables. This Trump Thing: Aspects Of A Wrecking Ball by Fred Reed