But you know what else produces a polite society? Manners. Empathy. Consideration of others. Like holding doors for people.
I like to think that most people, once rinsed of the hatred disgorged by their social media accounts, jaundiced TV or radio commentators or political ads and rallies, would actually prefer to be nicer to each other. It's fun. It's calming. It just feels right.
I base this notion on the results of a single non-scientific experiment conducted over the last decade of my stint as a public high school teacher. At some point, I got sick and tired of kids just coming up to my desk and standing there, mouths agape as if they were trying to catch flies. I'd issue a surly WHAT???, which, upon reflection, gave neither of us any satisfaction.
Somehow, I figured out that if they would politely interrupt me, then it would be good for everyone. So, I explained that if they wanted something from me—and why else would they approach me?—they'd have to say, "Excuse me, please." The immediate result was I'd reply with a pleasant and decidedly non-surly, "Yes?" So, no matter what they wanted, the first word out of my mouth was friendly and agreeable.
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Tail feathers - STANDARDS AND PRACTICES
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Day's End - IN PRAISE OF FENCEROWS
Driving north along the Hudson River, I gazed at a pastoral autumn scene: sere fields of faded yellow harvested corn, stubbly and broken amongst the clods of black earth, almost smooth from my vantage point. Spiky brown veins of wild growth marked barriers between plots. Occasionally, the gray bones of a mature oak rose among the brown shrubs to stand over the yellow fields. A sentry, keeping silent watch as white frost crystals slowly melted into invisibility.
That Time of Year Again
Without doubt. The most idyllic form of hunting in Ohio is seeking the woodcock. - Merrill Gilfallan, Moods of the Ohio Moons: An Outdoorsman's Almanac (1991)
I Don't Wanna'!
I'm an old hand at being retired, though - have been practicing for 25 years.
Hunting the Huns: Alberta's Big Sky Country
The prairies of southern Alberta are vast, beautiful and full of prime bird habitat. Crop fields are interspersed with abandoned farms, rolling hills are intersected by coulees and creek beds, and Hungarian partridge and sharptailed grouse occupy some of the best and most picturesque habitat on the continent.
Side Dish - End of Season
Sporting trips are not only about sport, as many other experiences are discovered alongside. And my trip to Lakewood Camps in Maine was certainly just that.
AN EXTENDED STAY
There is no reason to leave Michigan in the fall unless the opportunity of a cast and blast adventure at a historic sporting lodge in Maine comes calling.
KEEP IT HANDY
If you think shooting a ruffed grouse on the wing with a shotgun is tough, try shooting one in flight with a still camera.
A Longtime Love Affair
It's possible to hunt your favorite birds in a lot of different places, I suppose, but I don't do that.
Profile of an Artist: Harley Bartlett
Harley Bartlett was born in 1959 near Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. However, having lived in Rhode Island for most of his life he considers himself a Rhode Islander.