Idaho Wolves Are Great Killing Machines

You cannot deny what’s taking place in Idaho concerning the overblown wolf population, or can you? Seems efforts are being exerted to do just that in hopes the wolf lovers and animal rights groups can continue their program of fleecing the public into believing that unmanaged gray wolves in the Idaho, Montana and Wyoming area are good for the ecosystem.

I was emailed an interesting bit of information today. Someone sent along to several people on a mailing list part of a weekly wolf report written by members of the Idaho Department of Fish and Game. In 15 days, wolves in Idaho killed a minimum of 34 other animals, most of them private property. Read the story »

Wolf Injunction Ruling Could Have Just As Easily Gone Other Way

A United States District Court judge in Missoula, Montana ruled to reinstate protection of wolves in the Northern Rocky Mountains region using the same ridiculous data he claimed the feds used in support of delisting. District Judge Donald Molloy ruled for the plaintiffs, Defenders of Wildlife, et. al., and granted a temporary injunction that will return the gray wolf in Idaho, Montana and Wyoming back to protection under the Endangered Species Act. The entire event is so ridiculous it leaves all of us with a lot of unanswered questions and a few theories. Read the story »

North Dakota Fair Chase “Official” Meets With HSUS Regional Director

It would appear to me that the North Dakota Hunters For Fair Chase has some serious explaining to do and may also be in line to offer up an apology or two for not being very honest and transparent……but they won’t. It’s not part of their mission. Their goal is to tread on American’s rights while attempting to force their ideals down the throats of their neighbors in what now clearly indicates the desire to use whatever means available to them. In this case, accepting, if not asking, for the help of the Humane Society of the United States. Read the story »

Through Better Men than I

By Master Sargent Mike Sibley

I can hear their whispers wherever I go. “Control your breathing, concentrate on the blade, and squeeze.” “Feel your way along with your toes instead of watching your feet.” “Work your way down through that black-growth and you’ll find ‘em in that stand of beech.” So persistent are they that I sympathize with a schizophrenic who feels as if he’s never alone. Unlike him, my voices are not a psychotic delusion created by chemical imbalances crying out for the saving grace of lithium. Real men spoke those words and no amount of time or distance will ever silence them. They are my last connection to a past that I crave but know I’ll never see. They define the man who hears them. And I pray they shape the lives of my sons. Read the story »