Dave, here in Maine we are not important enough for a conspiracy, we leave that to DC.
Instead, we suffer from benign neglect, which can be pretty OK since it leaves a lot of wild countryside to enjoy.
Zeehag, if our winters weren't so fierce, and our spring black flies so bad, everyone would live here and I wouldn't be able to afford to. We have lakes, rivers, forests, mountains, and the sea, everything I like rolled into one.
When I mentioned this is a hunting community, I mean that here the wives hunt and get big game. Part of shopping for winter food. Biggest bear in a decade was shot by a wife just up the road from here.
My wife has been pestering me for weeks that hunting season is almost here, and she has to shoot her gun to check the sights. I finally got to it last evening. She had to stop working on her art projects, and wait till her grilled chicken was done. She only had five cartridges, which she feels is "plenty, I only need a couple to sight in". She shot my .22 four times with me coaching her. The first two shots were to the right, she fixed her trigger pull, and put the third into the bullseye (size of a quarter). I told her to exaggerate her follow through, and the fourth shot she hit the the x where it marks the center of the bullseye.
Then she fired one precious shell from her deer rifle, a 30-30. She hit the x dead center at the crossing, touching the last shot from the .22. This was done while standing up, no rest, and is remarkable shooting. She walked down, looked at her shot, and calmly told me "let's see you beat that, I have to go to band practice". She's the singer in a jazz band.
I did not "beat that", and I was state champion 6 years in a row. I'm hoping that little exhibition of shooting in our backyard will discourage the squirrels from moving into the boats.
The only time I've seen her worry about not having enough cartridges was when she dropped one, and only had two left. She was hunting on our land and met some hunters who stopped to tell her that they had just seen three bears run into our woods where she was going. She decided three bears were too much for two bullets.
As part of getting ready for the storm I painted two snowplows yesterday, now they are glossy and slippery in case of sticky wet snow.