Our soldiers did not go to some foreign country and risk their lives in vain and defend our Constitution so that decades later you can tell me it's a living document ever changing and is open to interpretation. The guys who wrote it were light years ahead of anyone today, and they meant what they said - now leave the document alone, or there's going to be trouble.

The hunting season is sacred. It's been sacred in my life since birth. I've never missed a hunting season in 64 years. It's my calling, it's what I am, it's how I was designed, it's what inspires, fascinates, satisfies, and drives my quality of life. And I know that it brings me such joy, and it does such a critical and essential performance for nature and for the environment, that I am dedicated and have been for over 40 years to promoting and celebrating that. I never defend it. I always promote and celebrate it.

I didn't invent the middle finger, but I perfected the use of it.

At 62, I remain clean and sober and my ponytail remains erect.

The good news is that real-world hands-on conservation is alive and well and catching on across the America I travel.

Whack 'em, stack 'em and pack 'em.

I make a pussy purr with the stroke of my hand.