Ah, keith, I love ya. Did you file one of my first posts that the hunting fraternity won't be recognizable from what it was when I joined it nearly 80 years ago? In another post I said it would be unrecognizable before I'm dead. We're there now. Each massacre restricts freedom everywhere, one way or another, of what we've done responsibly and legally all our lives. An authoritarianism reigns, constitutions change seemingly in a flash, fearful majorities say enough is enough. It's a conceit to believe otherwise; our blood relationship is fractured, gone. Some lulling, eh!
