Thursday, April 22, 2010

A Taste of Serenity

Sharp-tailed Grouse Lek in Snow (HD) from Dawson Dunning on Vimeo.



I would offer this film with outcommentary, because it needs none. No words that I can muster can explain how beautiful, how unique and how majestic the scene is. With that being said, I must comment. I must offer my humble sentiments towards the grandeur of nature. My life, despite its thin veneer of complexity is in truth simple and elemental. There are three things that matter. (1) God, (2) Love and (3) Nature. In that order. Don't, however, let that third position fool you. Nature remains as a driving, shaping force in my life. It really saddens me that so few people get to experience it in its full glory. We are so caught up in our duties, our routines and our technology. I know full-well that such things make the world go around, and make our lives easier. Yet, these things are not what enriches us. God, love, and nature enriches us. I pray that my humble future is interwoven with all of these things.

I've never seen a grouse. There are not very many of them in Oklahoma. What we do have are wild turkeys. Dissimilar you say? Not really. Turkeys, like grouse, put on a very impressive courtship ritual. My part of Oklahoma (Green Country) has both Eastern and Rio Grande Wild Turkeys. Each are indescribably beautiful. There is really something about a big gobbler, strutting with bravado that is a defining character in the scheme of springtime in Oklahoma. Have you seen the colors? They are amazing! Blacks that glow an iridescent coppery hue in the sunlight, vibrant reds and blues that bespeak of America, and earthy creams and browns that make the tom seem like a regular part of the landscape. Few things so beautiful have ever crossed a spring wheat-field, or danced amorously underneath the shade of pecan tree. How can one help but smile at such an image?

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Deadliest Warrior: Not a Warrior at All?

Spike TV rarely quickens my heart, but there is one particular show that I do enjoy watching: The Deadliest Warrior. I suppose that it is a guy thing, but seeing a variety of ancient and modern weapons brandished is always exciting. I do like the fact that they TRY to be scientific with their measurements. The fact is that quite often they are not. However, the results are still quite impressive. A blade or bullet can do some interesting things to bone and ballistics gelatin. In the past I've rooted for the Samurai and William Wallace as my favorites, but I have one to top them all now!

I offer for you consideration the deadliest warrior of them all (who is not really a warrior):



Well, okay. Not Roosevelt HIMSELF, but African hunters in general (especially those dashing British army officers). First of all, hunters excel in bushcraft and deception. I would say even more so than most basic military forces. We are sneaky people by nature! Secondly, hunters bear very, very powerful firearms. Oftentimes these firearms are chambered in cartridges that are vastly more powerful than their military counterparts. Finally, the first white hunters in Africa were current or former British army, so they had both military and hunting experience. That is a combination that is dang tough to beat.

A man is only as good as his weapons though, and luckily for the African hunter of say, the 1920's the options were good!

Firstly, I present to you the Webley Mark VI Service Revolver:


Yes, it is old. It is also UTTERLY RELIABLE and fires a quite powerful round, the .455 Webley. How powerful, you may ask? How about a 265 gr. bullet at over 750 feet per second? The famed .45 ACP, of 1911 heritage, fires a 230 gr. bullet at 830 feet per second. That is not bad at all. The Webley also has a lot of other stuff going for it. As mentioned before, it is very reliable and performed excellently in the mud and trenches of two world wars. It also is a break-open revolver, which means the it loads quickly. In addition, there was a considerable amount of accessories for the pistol, including a bayonet, quickloader, and a carbine stock.

Next, I offer you the mainstay, the Lee-Enfield Rifle:


What can one say about the Enfield? Again, it was a British Army mainstay and different versions of it have been in service from 1895 to present. It is capable of considerable accuracy and was used effectively as a sniper rifle. It also has a large capacity for a bolt-action (10 rounds) and by using the "volley-fire" technique one can easy shoot a round per second. What is more, it is chambered in the .303 British cartridge, which fires a 150 gr. projectile at around 2770 feet per second. This approaches the velocity of modern the .308 Winchester (7.62 NATO) round. It was used to kill every imagineable enemy of the British Empire and even elephants by some (See Walter "Karamoja" Bell). What is more, it was even used by the Irish to kill the English. Suffice it to say that if you design a weapon and your enemies decide it is good enough to be used against you then you are onto a keeper.

For extremely close range the African hunter would have a panga or machete.



There isn't much that needs to be said. Whether you are felling trees, enemies, or beheading buffalo, the machete will get the job done.

That brings us to the final offensive weapon of the African hunter. What a dandy it is! I will preface this by saying that there isn't a single specific weapon, but rather a class of weapons that fit the bill. These are the classic British double-rifles chambered in cartridges intended to stop big game. These cartridges range from the .450-400 Nitro Express 3" to the behemoth .700 Nitro Express.



For our purposes I'll take the middle ground and standardize the .470 Nitro Express as the cartridge of choice. The .470 pushes a 500 gr. bullet at 2150 feet per second. That is enough to stop an elephant, hippo, or cape buffalo in its tracks. It is also enough to blow completely through an engine block. This makes it an effective choice for taking out light vehicles. What is more, you don't have to pack around some awkward RPG and can shoot from concealment much more easily. If the .470 isn't enough for you, you could easily go with the .700 Nitro Express, which actually has more energy at the muzzle than the .50 BMG. Either way, you've got a rifle that has loads of power and can be fired very quickly in succession.

Finally, the African hunter would wear a stylish pith helmet:



These helmets were first made out of pith and then later cork. Not only are they stylish, but there can be soaked in water to cool the wearer and can be camouflaged as necessary. It goes without saying that they are super-classy!

Well, there you have it! That is my nomination for the Deadliest Warrior! What can stand against that?

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

My Addiction

I admit, I am addicted. There is nothing like the sound of a fast-paced Celtic tune to get the blood pumping! I have always loved listening to Bluegrass, but when you hear the original version of the tunes of the motherland it really stirs something in you. I am talking about listening to a song that makes you want to run, dance and fight at the same time. There are very few songs that are able to strike that chord. The two that I know best come from the Irish and Scottish traditions. One is about rambling and life in general, while the other is of the Jacobite repertoire.

If you need a bit of energy in your day may I present to you the best kick possible:

Rocky Road to Dublin, The Dubliners


Donald McGillavry, Silly Wizard

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Neither Fish nor Fowl: Well, Maybe Fowl




As part of my Advanced Composition class today we were supposed to write a Villanelle poem. An excellent example of a Villanelle is Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night": http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377 That poem was always one of my favorites! While my work certainly isn't of that caliber I enjoyed writing it. It may not even be a Villanelle, but it's about duck hunting, so it has to be good! :)

The steel grey skies are dark with wings.
A weather-worn barrel with bird-shot sings.
Chopped ice, cork blocks, gun dogs, cold socks.

A drake swings wide and circles the pool.
My hands are cracked; the wind bitterly stings.
The steel grey skies are dark with wings.

I squawk into the call and sound like a fool.
Snow falls downward like heavenly rings.
Chopped ice, cork blocks, gun dogs, cold socks.

I am coated in ice, pond scum and drool.
My fortune is great as fate rarely brings
the steel grey skies are dark with wings.

I sit here alone on this rickety stool.
I drop my shotgun and add to the dings.
Chopped ice, cork blocks, gun dogs, cold socks.

I sip at my coffee and gag 'cause its cool.
A shotgun shell bounces and pings.
The steel grey skies are dark with wings.
Chopped ice, cork blocks, gun dogs, cold socks.