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It could just be recession stress manifesting itself in devious ways but I’m reading posts from fishing bloggers that they may come to regret once saner times return.
First, this from the Mad Fishicist:
“This week my family ate salmon from our home river marinated with the berries we picked while fishing for the salmon. Tonight we’ll have venison that’s never been packaged, frozen, processed, or touched by anybody other than me. Next week we’ll thaw halibut or crab from the bay and eat it in a home warmed by wood fire and an intense love for each other and the land that preserves us.
It’s not just a good way to live. I’m starting to believe it’s the right way”
Of course it is. For many inner-city dwellers and suburbanites, however, it’s also the out-of-the-question way.
Now you and I know what MF is trying to say and that the vaguely gloating overtone is inadvertent but what of more casual visitors to his blog?
After the Bail-Out and the Belt-Tightening, the next great trick of any recession is Persuading Looters to Ignore Your House. I’m not sure this gets it done.
Then there’s the spate of breast-beating currently rife among certain of our brotherhood, all falling over themselves to be the next one to post pictures of his ‘other half’, alongside fulsome tributes to Mrs Blogger’s infinite patience in allowing her husband to “live his dream”…
I’m amazed I have to spell this out to men married for over a year but guys… Trying to appease women with a thinly-disguised guilt trip is like trying to deter desert vultures by fainting in a pool of your own blood.
To borrow from an old Neil Diamond song…
“When they know they have you
Then they really have you…”