Nature’s Way

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A newborn moose calf rests and takes a look at the world.

It was 1981, during the Spring in the wee hours of daylight, I was driving West of Chetwynd, BC to work on some cayuses and broom tails (both are benevolent names for Peace River Horses). The truck I was driving, an ’81 Ford F350 is sitting in the yard and still needs the bodywork done to be considered completely rebuilt, the economy fell down the outhouse hole and Obama was elected just before I finished the truck.

This is one of my favorite times of the day, watching the early morning mists being burned off by the sun. Yet the peacefulness of the idyllic mountains belies the dangerous run off that is thundering just beyond the trees in every stream and river. The turbulence will kill the unwary, the stupid, and the foolishly brave, one of the most enduring parts of Mr Darwin’s theory that is unarguable, nature will cull the stupid from the gene pool.

I topped a hill and caught a rare glimpse of nature in a high meadow only twenty yards from the road. A cow moose had just dropped a baby calf, it was steaming and standing up within five seconds of hitting the ground. There was a coyote to her left and one to her right, but she stood still with her legs locked and didn’t move. In a few more seconds I saw why, a second calf was dropped to the ground. This one didn’t look as strong and took a little longer to stand. The cow was expelling the placenta and charging the coyote on her left.

I picked up my 8 mm Mauser and pointed it out the window. It would have been an easy shot to drop at least one of the coyotes and then the second if he hesitated a moment too long, but something told me to let this play out.

The cow only made a show of charging the first coyote before she turned and charge the second with her mouth open and her teeth showing. She had now expelled both the placentas, but there would be no time for eating them, this was an epic struggle for the survival of the calves. Both calves were up and testing out their legs, they were about twenty five pounds each with long gangly legs that had enormous knees and feltlocks. There was no time to waste and they were wasting none. The cow would charge one coyote and the other coyote would rush in to grab a calf. It was a major battle and the cow was really good, but if her timing was off or she stumbled, she’d lose one or both of her calves.

Moose don’t kick like horses or mules, they use their sharp front hooves to spear and deliver a lightening strike by one of those front legs can destroy the organs of a wolf or split a wolf’s head in half. These were coyotes, a much lesser animal than the wolf, but still more than capable of stealing one or both of these calves. It is commonally accepted that a battle between a bull moose and a single wolf is even money on who will win. Contrary to the myths perpetuated on nature channels and fanciful novels, wolves are ultimate sportsmen and will singly challenge a black bear or a bull moose for the sport itself, knowing that death is the loser’s reward.

A coyote pelt has no value for the trapper in the spring or summer, so I didn’t have an ulterior motive for shooting the coyotes. Greed was their problem; normally, they would have been happy to drive the cow moose away before she had a chance to eat the placentas, that would have filled their bellies; but they wanted the whole enchilada or should I say two moose calf burritos.

The moose will eat the placentas for two reasons that I have surmised, larger predators will not scent the blood and be attracted to the birthing site and the trail of the new born. It is also logical to assume that the cow receives nutritional benefit or anti-bodies from the placenta. This is based solely on my personal observation of ranch animals and animals in the wild.

After several rushes by the coyotes, they were each getting closer to the helpless calves and the cow seemed to know when her calves were ready to travel. She stood over the calves and started moving at a fast walk, the calves stayed directly under her belly and her huge legs didn’t knock them down as she increased her speed with every stride. The coyotesfollowed for a short distance hoping that one of the calves couldn’t keep up, but within fifty yards the cow was in a ground covering pace and covering ground at an unbelievable rate, the little calves were still under her belly running without a care in the world.

Let me say, I am grateful to have witnessed this vignette of nature and I am thankful not to have been overly tempted to intervene with my rifle. There were several dynamics at work here and there are analogies to our economy. If a coyote was clearly going to get a calf and I shot him or if I had prematurely shot them in some misplaced notion of being the great equalizer in all matters, the cow may have been frightened and left her new born calves to die of exposure and starvation. So what seems like the most natural intervention may have doomed both the calves. Rifles have a loud report, especially when the barrel is pointed in your direction and animals have no comprehension of this terrible noise, it is a horror show to them. If one of the calves was born weak or physically impaired, nature’s way would have been for it to be pulled down and for the cow to be giving all her milk to the stronger calf.

Fortunately, for me, the cow moose, and the calves, everything went well and they have since produced many generations of calves that can hit the ground running: that is what makes the species or the economy strong. Intervening in an economy and keeping weaker entities alive only weakens the economy and allows sloth and poor management to continue.

The Obama Administration or rather Mr Obama, nationalized General Motors (hence forth known as Government Motors) and Chrysler. Dissolved the stock and bond ownership and gave priority and ownership to the unions, to further interfere they began micromanaging by using nepotism to install political hacks as CEOs and board members. The nepotism was carried to bizarre lengths by dissolving dealerships that were not loyal Democrats and contributors.

The end result has been catastrophic, first and foremost investors will never have confidence in any business that is on the ropes, why invest when Obama will come in and seize all investments? Consequently, Government Motors will be a continual drag on the government, because no investor will be likely to invest in the future of car companies being managed by a president. Of course the effects have trickled down to the retail market, only Democrats and a few people who can’t resist a bargain will buy a Government Motors car and that isn’t likely to be a big enough market to sustain that industry.

In a larger sense, destroying consumer confidence is one of the most damaging effects of government intervention and we are seeing the results like ripples on a quiet pond after a large rock has been thrown in the pond. Unfortunately, these ripples aren’t dissipating, they just keep coming and consumers hold on to their money and the economy starts it death rattle while President Obama looks for even more ways to jump start the economy.

Apparently, spending over $800,000 to study genital washing after sex in Africa didn’t have much effect on the economy, but it no doubt stimulated the libido of a few Democrat perverts.

Letting the market forces play out and not being overly concerned with union pensions will do more to establish consumer confidence, like letting the strong moose calves depend on instinct and strength to survive rather than firing a rifle and destroying the balance of nature or of the naural business cycle. Despite the high mortality rate for moose calves from predators, the species is strong and flourishing: American business could also be strong if allowed to participate in a Free Market without the specter of Obama and his Socialist hegemony.

America’s business vitality can never recover until Obama is out of office, he has ruined confidence in America’s Free Market system, because it no longer exists in the Obamanation.

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Because I grew up hunting and fishing on our own land in central CA I believe you are not forcing your illustration.

And it is an excellent one.

I hope those white collar workers in the ancillary jobs near Chrysler and GM who had their pensions destroyed so Obama could reward his union buddies sue his pants off!

Capitalism is a bit brutal, but butting in is worse.

@ Skook,

Great piece as always. Obama is simply doing what he believes he was meant to do – restructure America.

Obama no doubt also believes the adulation he received from crowds 2 years ago, and still receives from some today. It provides us a very vivid perspective on what is unfortunately a large sector of the U.S. population. Phaëton had nothing on this President it seems, but the American voters will be the Zeus that will remove this Phaëton from his stage as they wake up.

@ Nan g,

Well said, . . . there are endless problems with capitalism, and I have written articles ad nauseam on those problems, however, it is the best system we have. Let’s not screw it up.

@ James Raider, Nature and Free Markets have a way of self correcting if some dumb SOB does not Meddle with things or try to deal cards from the bottom of the deck if you get my meaning.

The Meddler in Chief and his Socialist Pals have turned the economy into a pile of horse droppings in under two years through Un Constitutional actions, much like a dishonest gambler and his shills(Democrat/Progressive Congress).

In the Old West He would have earned a coat of tar and feathers at the very least and transport out of town on a rail.

The only way Capitalism fails is when Socialists or Tyrants Meddle with it. Socialism has Failed everywhere it has been tried. Nature up here on the West Side of the Rockies prevails no matter what and does not suffer Fools kindly.

@ Skook,

“You should break down and share a couple of articles explaining the problems with the Free Market System, that should liven things up here a bit. Our resident Libs and Progressives seem to be stuck on the latest Lib talking points. An analysis by a serious business man might open up some new ideas.

Thanks for the note. As you know, amongst other platforms, I use PacificGatePost and articles such as this one, . . . “LETTER TO CEOs OF FORTUNE 1000 COs” to whack a few confreres on the side of the head. Lately my submissions to Flopping Aces have not been published. . . . Not whining, perhaps their timing or content isn’t convenient. I’ve also had consistent problems with the “Submit Post” web page here which just doesn’t seem to work, . . . perhaps because I use Apple Macintoshes. I’ll continue to submit when appropriate. Thanks.

@ Old Trooper 2,

I totally agree with your sentiments on meddling. The only caution I would point to is that factor that we have come to accept in our lexicon – “too big to fail.”

My perception says the ideal sized businesses for continued success of the capitalist system are the small to mid or large sized corporations. Not the behemoths.

Behemoths too often become stupid, and in some cases the international tentacles are beyond the serious scrutiny of the CEO and the Board. They remind me of the Brachiosaurus of the Jurassic period, up to 75 ft long, and communication between the brain, and the tail or legs took too long. Not that this is the problem given modern travel and technology, but I’ve seen many destructive, sometimes illegal decisions made in foreign lands on which Head Office “looked the way,” or couldn’t see it. Once principles deteriorate, other cracks expand in the system. Some companies just get too large. That’s the world we live in.

Unfortunately, it does no good to attempt maintaining a “size” level in America when the Chinese government owns the largest companies in China from banking, to natural resources, to energy, and they are all behomoths. China only pretends “capitalism.” Though we shouldn’t get lulled by the ruthless leadership in Beijing, we have to compete with them. It is in that size realm that the distance between head and feet pushes the envelope on managing ethical practices.

Sookum,

Like others I enjoy your stories and perhaps you will enjoy this one….it kinda mirrors what James said above.
“Obama is simply doing what he believes he was meant to do – restructure America. ”

This is from a site I discovered this morning…..fellow travelers if you will.

http://theawakenednation.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=6286982%3ABlogPost%3A1024&commentId=6286982%3AComment%3A1045&xg_source=activity

“The other morning I woke up, went into the kitchen to make coffee, and was puzzled to see a half-eaten pear on the kitchen floor. It looked like one of the cats had eaten on it, which I thought was strange, because I had never heard of a cat eating a pear…but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. My wife had bought a 20-pound box of pears from a local orchard, and she had left them out on the kitchen floor to ripen. Well and good. I tossed the remainder of the pear in the trash.
As I made my way back towards the bedroom in the pre-dawn light, I noticed that one of the cats had crapped on the floor, right in the mudroom. Cursing, I cleaned it up and wondered why a cat would dishonor his own house when he had a cat door right there where he could go out anytime to do his business.
You see, we installed a little cat door about six inches high so the cats can come and go when they please. I mean, I don’t want to me the cat’s servant, opening doors to let them in and out at all hours of the day and night–do you?
So, the next night I was up late, wading through the 250-some emails I had gotten over the previous 2-3 days, most of them having to do with Barack Obama. I heard some noise in the kitchen, and I thought one of my boys was up late, rustling around for a snack. The noise continued–someone was definitely up and around. “Who’s up?” I called. No answer. The noise continued.
Curious, I went to the kitchen and saw our black cat, Brass, in the mudroom where the cat door leads to the outside. He had his back arched, and lo and behold, there was the black-and-white high fringed tail of a skunk. Brass slapped the skunk right in the face and the skunk bolted out the cat door.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck. I thought for a second that I was going to get sprayed right in the face by a skunk in my own house. I was less than six feet away when I came upon the varmint. My adrenaline was flowing.
Later, it all seemed to make sense–the droppings in the mudroom weren’t from the cats; it was the gift of the skunk. The cats hadn’t been eating the pears; it was the skunk. The reasons the dogs were barking–it was the skunk. The cat door slamming shut in the middle of the night–it was the skunk.
“HELLO?” I thought to myself.
If it hadn’t been for our brave cat, Brass, facing off with that skunk and slapping him in the face, giving him his marching orders, we could have had a real catastrophe.
Does this remind you of anything? You see, America, we have a skunk in our house. Now, let’s be fair to the skunk. He was only being a skunk. We left an opening that he could squeeze through, and there was sweet fruit on the other side. No problem for Mr. Skunk. Done deal–here I am. Thanks very much. I’ll eat my fill. He even left a gift for us–a nice little pile of crap right there with our shoes and boots. Hey, don’t blame the skunk. No one ever said they’re supposed to be housebroken. For a real, true skunk, that was the perfect place to do his business.
Whose fault was it that the skunk came into the house?
Well, that would be mine. I didn’t see the warning signs. I didn’t pay attention. I was busy with other things. Once I did see the signs, it was almost too late. I mean, how embarrassing would it be to have all your coats, boots, gloves, scarves, jackets, and hats all smelling like skunk? Not to mention getting sprayed right in the face?
Don’t blame Barack Obama, America. He’s just being who he is, the exact same man he told us he would be in many interviews and profiles prior to his election. He wrote not only one, but two autobiographies, and he told us how he would govern. Now he’s doing it.
The last four nights in a row, the skunk has come back, trying to get into the house again. Of course, the cat door is locked. We’re now paying attention. How successful he is will be entirely up to me. How I deal with this situation is my business–and trust me, it could get nasty.”

lot’s o good reading there.

http://theawakenednation.ning.com/

It’s house cleanin’ time…let’s do this thing.

ol’

HardHead;

This story reminds me of that old adage of the Cat making love to the Skunk . . . the cat ain’t had all he wants . . . just all he can stand.

You know, I think that same perspective might apply to all us Cats out here in the world that respect our country and home and the Skunk that is in the White House who seems all to confused about the situation that he has found him self in. We are certainly in the process of battening the hatches and closing all the doors.

And we certainly, for shucky darn sure, have had all we can stand.

TALLGRASS: NICE to see you back in good health,

olhardhead: hi, I think your story fits exactly with the intent, well done,
and intertaining too; I cant wait for the how the problem will be fix,
NO mercy for that one. bye

JAMES RAIDER: hi, I like the analogy of the BRaCOSAURUS, IT reminded me of the SIGNING of
GLOBAL exchange documents, ALL went good until it went over their heads and NOW is the fall.

JR: It’s obvious, Obama is more loyal to the unions than to the United States; to expect more from a Marxist would require self-denial and/or a willingness to accept delusion. A company being too big to fail, in the case of GM, is at least partially a ruse: the real objective was to solidify his union base.

It is classic political corruption on a scale that is so huge it is almost incomprehensible. The who;e country pays for the awarding of special political favors to unions, so that Obama can continue campaigning with the largest campaign fund in the history of the world, the US Treasury. It is a skillful move that would be admired by a common confidence man, rip the people off and make them think you are doing them a special favor.

JR, if you check out WordPress, use HTML not Visual.

Ol’ thanks for the story. It is amazing the ingenious analogies that people can come up with among the common animals around their home.

In my early days, I was working at Ellis Park in Western Kentucky. There is a state park on the South side of the river, John James Audobon State Park. I camped there in a wall tent and worked during the day at the race track. It was my first camping experience around a lot of people, but I have a distrust of motels.

Kentucky is a beautiful state and I enjoyed the hardwood forests, but I had my first experiences with skunks. I saw them prowling around at night and knew they could be trouble. The park would frown on me trapping the prowlers who were just eating garbage left around the neighborhood. Since I was in a wall tent they could really mess up my life; so I devised a strategy, I would place a little bit of everything I cooked on a paper plate behind the tent, a peace offering you might say.

It worked, other people had problems with the scavengers, but not me. Everyone wanted to know my secret: I wasn’t talking, it also helped to keep m immediate area clean of all food material and packing away the food in tight containers. In other words, I treated the little buggers the same way I treat Grizzly bears and Black Bears, (except for leaving out a sampling of my dinner): you don’t need to be afraid of them, but you damn well better respect them.