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Mail and Commentary Nov. 7, 2012

"The message reads 'Trapped in a chimney. Send help.'"

--chris, boiseweekly.com (boiseweekly.com, Cobweb,"Dead WWII Carrier Pigeon With Secret Message Discovered," Nov. 2, 2012)

Trapper Speaks Up

I'm a provider, mother, angler, huntress and a trapper. I take offense to the way some people think my life should be bent to their ideals.

My obligation in life is to provide for my family. Part of my family's sustenance comes from my efforts as a trapper. I sell some of the pelts for income, and we eat some of the wholesome meat, such as raccoon and beaver, that I bring home.

My life is not for everybody, but does that mean special-interest groups should have the right to dictate what I do? I don't cram trapping down anyone's throat, but there are groups in Idaho who jam their anti-trapping and anti-hunting messages down everyone's throats unsolicited.

HJR 2 was written to protect hunting, trapping and fishing for future Idahoans. HJR 2 scares some people because it limits their ability to eliminate hunting, trapping--basically all animal use--by degrees. They attack trapping first because there aren't that many of us. Their constant voter initiatives are a nuisance to the public. Hunters, trappers and anglers need constitutional protection from special-interest groups that have nothing better to do than assault the public with their dogma.

My family has voted YES on HJR 2. We all need HJR 2 to pass so we can teach our children the value of wildlife, proper and successful methods of conservation and the available options to provide for a family in the future.

--Al Holloway,


Devious Plot

Bill Cope: Just thinking ... if abortion becomes a felony, then wouldn't all those women have a record and, in the Republican world, lose their right to vote? How convenient. Just thinking. How sad. How devious.

--Jamie Taylor,


Real Bikers Don't Wear Neon

One cool fall morning and where have all the cyclists gone? What a bunch of lightweights; nuzzling at mommy's breast once again. Whenever one of you streakers go flying around me on the Greenbelt--with your precious alloy frames, team kit, DayGlo riding apparel--I usually mutter something under my breath like, "See you in January!" or "See you in February!" But, of course, I won't.

You guys don't ride in the snow. You don't ride in the rain, either. Heck, you don't even ride when there's rain in the forecast. You'll never know if it actually rained during your commute window or not because you're not out there. And you sure as hell won't be caught riding when temps are in the teens. How do I know? Because I ride every day--year around--regardless of the weather. And I don't see you out there. Anywhere.

You are the nancy boys and the girlie girls of the cycling world. Collectively, to me, you're the fair weather, DayGlo crowd. I imagine you think you're pretty hardcore. You most emphatically are not. But you could be.

So here's the challenge. Park that POS yuppie frame you paid way too much for (oh wait--it's already parked--never mind) and any day, for about half of what you paid for that cute little DayGlo riding jacket, get on craigslist and buy yourself a real bike (aka a steel-framed mountain bike). Front shocks are OK. Rear suspension is for girls, so keep that in mind while shopping. Then get yourself a snowboard helmet. Mine has removable vent plugs and removable ear flaps which are cozy warm--like your mommy's breasts--you'll like 'em. Once you get over your childish fear of the cold, you'll be equipped to go snowboarding, too.

A pair of ski gloves, some ski goggles and you're good to go. Yes, you too can ride your bicycle ... even (gasp!) in the winter. So quit checking the friggin' weather report. Get on your bikes and ride.

By the end of October, I'll be 59. If I can hump and pump 20 miles a day to get back and forth to work, year round, regardless of the weather, so can you.

--Jim Peterson,

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