Hey there....
This weekend here in Richmond, VA was the annual Sportsman's Show at the Expo center in town.
http://www.sportsmanshow.com/
Yes, I wore my HNI ballcap (with Michael Waddell's autograph from last year). David Blanton signed it on the other side. He's a cool guy and very knowledgeable on hunting. We had a great talk all about hunting. He noticed my T-shirt (seen below) and commented on Sunday Hunting which was cool. He didn't know you couldn't hunt on a Sunday in Virginia and thought it was odd.
But the ultimate thing that I did
(yes, I'm nutty enough to actually do this and pull it off), was I made up a T-Shirt about Sunday hunting and proudly wore it both yesterday and today at the show! I kept getting thumbs up signs, positive comments, and pats on the back about it. Lots of folks are becoming aware that you can't hunt on Sundays in Virginia and the old ancient, archaic, ridiculous, Blue Law has to go....
Check it out....
This is the front of the T-Shirt
This is the back of the T-Shirt (done with help from my daughter)
There were a few people opposed to it (which didn't make sense). One guy made a comment like, "you need to add 'go to church' on the back" when he read my T-shirt, while we were standing in line to get food at the concession stand. I turned around to him like, "excuuuuse me?" and turned around to talk to him. By then he read the front of the T-shirt and got real pi$$ed off. He got all red in the face and angrily said,
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN CHURCH ON SUNDAY!!!". I thought to myself, "Oh no... here we go... We're gonna end up having a go at it!!!" [&:] But I carefully chose my words, and said,"Yes, but we all have a choice. We should have a choice if we want to go hunting on Sunday. You cannot FORCE a person to go to church. Everyone has a choice".
....So, thankfully, my hotdog and coke were ready and I got my stuff, turned to look at the guy and shook my head. He stood there glaring at me the whole time I ate my hotdog.
Eventually Virginia and the other "no Sunday hunting" states will wake up and realize that it is 2006, not 1876.
Butch A.