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Hunting trips integral to Man World, Gal World

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Pamela Petty;"The former owner of the Backstage Bar in Pocatello and a native of eastern Idaho.In the olden days, even back before The Bob Newhart Show, the menfolk would pack up the rigs and leave the gals, the kids and the work-a-day life behind. They would set out pre-dawn, armed with nothing more than courage, determination, a great big gun of some sort, tire chains, a shovel, a Handyman jack, a tow strap, cold weather gear, a chainsaw, firestarter, matches, two-way radios, roadside flares, a man-tent, a woodburning stove, clothesline, Dutch ovens, lawn chairs, a table, cots, bed rolls, water, an ATV, a snowmobile, a $17,000 truck roughly the size of Dom DeLuise, food, beer and a customized flatbed trailer. The trip into the wilderness was to allegedly save money on the family food bill. The flatbed trailer was to haul the beer. On the way back, the flatbed would be empty, so that would conveniently make room for the elk. "A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go..." Nothing much has changed since BFN (Before Bob Newhart). Well, sure, trucks cost a lot more now...Somewhere upward of your average heart transplant...But, the hunting and gathering instincts of men and women remain the same. What men say: "Well, babe, the outfit's all loaded up. The boys are ready. It's gonna be rough out there, make no mistake. It'll be cold and wet...A living hell, really. But I do it for you. I'm puttin' food on our table. I'll be back and fill that freezer." What men mean: "Oh boy!! I am so outta here! I'm gonna eat potato chips and smoke cee-gars and curse and drink a bunch o' beer! I'm not takin' a bath for a week! And I'm NOT pickin' up my socks!! And I'M NOT GONNA SHAVE!!! HA!!!" What women say: "Oh, honey. Please be careful. I'll think of you every moment, up there...In the snow. Godspeed, darling. Wait! Do you have your ammo?" Man: "Ohhh. I forgot the ammo." Woman: "Do you have your hunting license? The Fish and Game regs? Battery cables? Hold it! Your mittens!!...Did you hit your head on the tub again?..." What women think: "Hmm. Oh yeah! I'm goin' to The Bon to gather!! There may be a sale!! That'll save us a lot more money than that truck did!!" I have actually been to a hunting camp. Ohhh, it was really something. The only thing that was missing was a sign outside that said: Secret Fort. No Girls Allowed. There were men inside that man tent. It was "Man World". It contained Man Bacteria that could have easily been entered in that Dodge Circuit Rodeo deal. I happened to drop in on "Man World" just when they were fixing to Fight to the Death over who would get to cook dinner that night. A guy named Ted won. Poor Dennis. After a brief but solemn ceremony, dinner was served. I've never seen so much Man Food since the opening credits of The Flintstones. Slabs of prime rib with Au Jus'. (They didn't call it Au Jus'. They called it Meat Soup.) They had big ol' bakers with the works and biscuits spread with fresh creamery butter. For dessert? Doritos and beer. I knew they didn't want me there, being a chick and all, so I left before they belched me out on my keister, clean through that tent flap. As I pulled away, in my four-door sedan, I realized something. Hunting (and gathering) season may very well be the reason Man World and Gal World can co-exist. Without a break from each other like that, we might all end up like Poor Dennis. By the way, they were hunting in "Area 51, think I'll go get a facial."