I always wondered if Elmer Fudd was really Elmer PhD. And who made his blunderbuss; I need one.
My favorite Lewiston-area moment was hunting a little "downstream" in the Snake River breaks just inside WA. I was busily missing a bunch of "California" quail in some berry vines and wild roses and then by golly, I hit one (or it had a stroke laughing...). While trying to help my dog retrieve it from the stickers, I saw a sharpshinned hawk zoom in, knock another quail out of the air, then sit on it on the ground and dare me to shoot. While I was trying to find the safety among the stickers, he zoomed away with the snack down the canyon. Ma Nature apparently does the REAL higher education!
