Speaking of game laws. Gone for the week to the wilds of Maine

 the butterfly’s safe (probably)

the butterfly’s safe (probably)

No Internet, not even cellphone service, though I’ll drive somewhere on Wednesday morning to find out whether either Barbra Streisand will be heading to Canada or I’ll be heading to Switzerland to buy gold. No fear: I filed an absentee ballot last week.

In the meantime, and just in case the Democrats win and the country’s going to be thrown into a cataclysmic dysphoria, here’s a link to videos showing how to field dress, skin, butcher and preserve your deer. With luck you won’t need it, but if you do, at least take comfort from the fact that the urban intellectuals and suburban soccer moms who voted for disaster will starve to death long before you do.

While I’m gone, feel free to post comments on whatever you wish including, of course, the election.