Today's Denver Post carried two letters in response to Pat Wray's recent column on how the National Rifle Association betrays hunters' interests. (Link may expire.)
The first, from Grant Coffin of Cheyenne, Wyo., takes the "poor feeble Americans" approach.
I'm a lifelong hunter in good health and very active, but I am also 70 years old. My days of hiking into a wilderness area carrying a pack and rifle are just pleasant memories, but I still like to hunt. What opportunity does the game population in the middle of a 58.5 million-acre roadless area offer me? If I cannot afford a safari-type guided hunt and I cannot use a motor vehicle, it is just a dream.
TRANSLATION: "I had my day, but I don't want future generations to have the wilderness hunting experience that I did. It's all about me, damn it. Me! Me! Me!"
The second comes from NRA staffer Dawson R. Hobbs of Fairfax, Va., (not exactly a low-income area). He is identified as the NRA's "manager of hunting policy."
He winds up with this laughable statement:
Wray ... wants to ensure that the best hunting lands are accessible only to him and to those with means.
Let's see, who is more likely to be a person of means, a freelance writer or a an NRA Board Member?
Here's a clue, Dawson, old chap. All it takes to access those lands is a pair of boots. Look in your closet.