Hunting Is The Last Perfect Thing.

The Hunting Season Is Sacred. It's Been Sacred In My Life Since Birth. I've Never Missed A Hunting Season In 64 Years. It's My Calling, It's What I Am, It's How I Was Designed, It's What Inspires, Fascinates, Satisfies, And Drives My Quality Of Life. And I Know That It Brings Me Such Joy, And It Does Such A Critical And Essential Performance For Nature And For The Environment, That I Am Dedicated And Have Been For Over 40 Years To Promoting And Celebrating That. I Never Defend It. I Always Promote And Celebrate It.

I Put My Heart And Soul Everyday Into Showing My Appreciation For The Incredible Sacrifices Of The Us Military Heroes By Using My Freedom And Rights, That They Provided And Safeguarded At Such Sacrifice, To The Best Of My Ability Fighting The Enemies At Home.

I'm Beginning To Wonder If It Would Have Been Best Had The South Won The Civil War.

Lance Bass Needs To Quit Worrying About Outer Space And Celebrate Life By Learning How To Kill His Own Food.

They Got How Many Trillions Of Dollars In Gold And Silver And Jewelry And Art And Real Estate And Stained Glass And They're Passing The Basket On Sunday So They Can Get The Tomato Farmers' Donation?