Pennsylvanians Love Bay
Dear Bay Weekly:
I am an annual visitor to Calvert County since way back in 1981 when I made my first trip to Southern Maryland and found it captivating and somehow unforgettable. It has since been able to lure me every summer for a week. I’d love to spend more time, but work doesn’t allow.
Your editorial “Bad Ol’ Virginia Suing Us? Are They Nuts?” [Feb. 24-March 1] struck at my heartstrings. I love the Bay. Although I am a native Pennsylvanian, I feel a strong connection with the Bay since I live near the banks of the Susquehanna River. Maybe that’s why I can relate to how you Marylanders feel about protecting the wonderful resource you have. I’m behind you all the way, as is my family.
I am saddened by the growth I have experienced in Calvert County since 1981, when I worked for the Calvert Recorder. It was much simpler then. But my heart is still there and I look forward to every minute I spend there. I’ll be visiting and staying in Solomons this July. Can’t wait.
Keep up the good work with Bay Weekly and your editorials.
—Connie Miller, Ebensburg, Pennsylvania
Variety is Sport of Life
Dear Bay Weekly:
Regarding S. Miller’s Letter to the Editor [Jan. 6-12] and Darrell Noyes’ argument [Feb. 3-9] in Bay Weekly, I would like to add that I like best Bill Burton’s stand of not hunting mourning doves any more.
Mr. Noyes maintains that the sport of duck hunting is in the experience and not the act of killing, and I wholeheartedly agree with him in this respect.
The point, however, is how much more “sport experience” does one need after bagging harvestable waterfowl season after season?
Is it not preferable to have new experiences such as hunting down the rats in the sewers of New York City with a 22-rifle equipped with infrared scope? I read in Consumer’s Advantage magazine of February-March that during 1998, 184 New Yorkers were bitten by rats, and I am sure the rat hunters will be welcome there.
Or have an experience shooting the cute rodents (a.k.a. squirrels) that ransack attics, destroy birds’ nests, dig out flower bulbs and raid birdfeeders.
My late mother used to admonish my younger brother, who is an avid duck and occasional wild boar hunter, “Eat what you shoot!” How well I remember the duck à l’orange, Peking duck or roast duck, some with pellets still embedded in the meat, and the delicious wild boar jerky that our mother prepared. This happened a long time ago in Indonesia.
Now I would not go so far as to eat a rat (though many have done so), but squirrels or parboiled possum might be tasty. That is a culinary once-in-a-lifetime sport experience.
—Eddie T. Yo, Davidsonville
Dept. of Corrections
Australia (not Austria as erroneously reported in “Way Downstream” March 2-9) was the country that poisoned the River Tisza with gold mine cyanide residues, and whose soccer team, in consequence, was pelted with dead fish in protest by soccer spectators in Hungary.
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Bay Weekly
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