I was thinking of Sarah Palin today, and what a wonderful witness she has been for women everywhere, although the Evil One really tried to destroy her. She may have suffered political defeat, but her enthusiasm and love for life and all things wholesome will continue to inspire many. I think she has the better end of the deal, rather than trying to govern a stiff-necked and stupid people. No greater love hath any man or woman than to give up such a wonderful life in Alaska for the possibility of self-sacrifice in D.C.

I hope to imitate her where possible. I started in a deer stand at the lease our farrier let me in on. I have taken Teresa there twice, but this day was just for me to go and do something really American before my Second Amendment rights are attacked. This was a different stand, with a path cut in the woods. The day was bright and warm, but pleasant. The breeze was delicious. A solitary doe made her appearance after about an hour of waiting, and it took me a while to line up the shot, as I am too short to rest my gun on the railing. Doing all that moving without being spotted by a wary doe is kind of tough. When I finally stopped shaking from the awkward position (and a bit of excitement), I took a shot.

She disappeared into the thick brush, but I could tell she was hit. I followed a short trail, and there she was. Not anything to brag about in comparison to a moose or a caribou, but I was happy. I'm no Caribou Barbie, but I am a Whitetail Woman, a redneck woman and proud of it. There was nobody else at the lease this evening, so I dragged the deer out myself, glad that she WAS on the small side. Back at the house, Gregory helped me hang the deer, and I skinned and cleaned it. The deer is in the refrigerator, as it is too warm here to hang outside tonight.

I enjoyed my time working on the deer under the stars. There is something so downright peaceful and satisfying about this sort of thing. If some of these nut-case liberals had to get their own food and process it from hoof to table, maybe they would have a different perspective on life, and on the Second Amendment. But don't ever expect me to invite "that one" hunting. No, I prefer the company of rednecks much more than that of elite liberals who would probably detest the shedding of animal blood, but seem to delight in the shedding of innocent human blood.

I am so blessed to have such good folks around me here who love the simple things in life, God, Country, and a good hunt. The man who has this lease is deeply involved in Christian youth ministry, and homeschools his children. What is not to like about folks like that? Folks like Sarah? I still recall her kissing Trigg's head with such profound tenderness, yet she can take down a moose or caribou and field dress and butcher them in place. She is so wholesome. Perhaps this is why the Left hates her. They love everything WEIRD and perverted and wicked, and they seek to destroy such goodness as we glimpsed in this brave lady. I want so much to be just like her.

It is so good to be an American. I pray I do not lose my freedom. I will fight to maintain it. Give me Liberty or give me death.