"Even for those who may think - maybe on a political level - that they are anti-gun, they need to realize if you are unarmed, and you are out in the wilderness and perhaps you are with children camping, well you’re putting yourself and your family in danger if you are not armed; if you are not prepared for a predator."
I’m not sure, but I’m pretty certain Sarah Palin just called my parents child abusers. After all, I’ve been to Yellowstone (Grizzlies) and the Sierra Nevadas (black bears) countless times with nothing more serious than bear bells between me and the fur-covered killing machines! Heck, they even sent me to 6th grade camp in Arrowhead, where they instructed us to say “thar’s a bar!” when we spotted a bear (to prevent it from running away, natch). In fact, this whole episode reminds me of that week long camp trip, where the weather was unexpectedly cold and drizzly (complete with hail/snow) and many of my souther California brethren spent much of their time complaining of how cold and wet they were, a la Kate. I just kept telling them that you needed to add another six feet of snow for it to be anything like the Sierras.
So, due to alternative plans (that’s right Sarah, you aren’t my top priority!), I wasn’t able to live-tweet last night’s episode. So instead, I’ve just put my observations below.
So, the bear-safety instructor starts from the perspective of not killing bears. I’m pretty sure Sarah is not starting from that point. Note how she relishes in the shooting. And also notice how inexperienced Willow is with a shotgun. I guess “Mama Grizzly” was always the camp protector. Of course, Willow looks about as interested in all this as Kate (plus 8) does.
So, we’ve learned that the Palins (allegedly) go camping every weekend, and that bears are apparently everywhere, and yet Sarah has never been required to shoot or scare off a bear before in her life? Somehow this equation does not compute.
Sarah’s dad has a dog with the same name as Obama’s? (“Bo”) And they didn’t change it?
Oh, and Sarah, if you think taxadermy is limited to Alaska, I take it you’ve never been to the Ranch House Cafe. Or the Museum of Natural History. That’s right, there’s a bigger collection than your dad’s of dead, stuffed animals…and it’s in that bastion of liberalism, New York City.
And, the float plane returns! There are lots of shots of bears, but no indication if they are near the campsite, or if they just sent the b-roll unit out to find footage.
I’m sorry Sarah, but without production schedules to keep, most people wake up to rain and they postpone their camping trip until the weather gets better.
Now, it’s time for the safety meeting! Apparently, to be safe, stay in numbers. But no bear bells? I have fond childhood memories of bear bells!
And they brought the bear safety guy with them camping? That might be overkill. [ETA: apparently, is actually SP’s brother, Chuck]
I’m noticing no fire ring for the fire. Way to be kind to nature, Sarah.
What they hell is the red cube thing? Maybe the production company’s equipment (cameras, etc.)?
Also - that’s a lot of camping equipment to fit into that float plane. 2 large dome tents, easy-up, food, clothes…
Oh Kate, quit sniffing your moose hot dog and just eat it. Kate’s kid likes her marshmallow char-broiled, like my mom. Mmmm, carbon.
And, Kate breakdown in 5…4…3…2…
Though, no table? Have the Palins never heard of camping tables (aka, roll-up tables)? Seriously SP, look into one. My father even takes them into the Grand Canyon (which makes your riverside overnight look like a logistic walk in the park).
Watching the preview for next week’s episode, I have to wonder if someone’s keeping a running tally of the cost of all the “average Alaskan” adventures on this show. Next week apparently includes a helicopter ride to go dogsledding, use of the six-figure RV (which probably costs three figures to fill up with gas), and white water rafting. I’d put a price tag in the several thousands on just the activities for next week.
So, after all that, they don’t even last the night? Just the afternoon? C’mon Kate, you’re making my best friend look adventurous, and she won’t do anything that requires “pooping in a box.”
Kate, I’m pretty sure Alaska would like you to know that it does not belong to Sarah Palin.
And Sarah, if you love it so much, just stay stay there. Please?
RE: the easternmost state question - this is one of those brain-teasers. It’s the easternmost state because portions of the state are in the Eastern Hemisphere. Rather like how Reno is father west than Los Angeles.
Oh, and Sarah? No one thinks your a nerd.
OK Sarah, clearly your bear instructor is a complete moron because putting your food in an ice chest does not make it “bear proof.” Putting it in an ice chest in the car is not enough to make it bear proof. And those are clearly Igloo ice chests, not the bear-proof ones. If you want to be bear-proof, you need to put all food in a bear canister and put it far from your camp. After all, the bears really aren’t after you. They’re after your food. Just ask my parents, who had one break into their cabin to take a tour of the refrigerator.
And Palins? You are not the Waltons. There were no teenage mother Waltons.
Seriously, it’s unhealthy. I keep watching “Sarah Palin’s Alaska.” I follow her on Twitter. I think if I were still in film school, I could pull an entire term paper out of an analysis of the way she presents herself on her tv show.
Take, for instance, the most recent - and “controversial” - episode wherein she goes caribou hunting. She spends the whole episode going on and on about how important her and Todd’s “hunting and gathering” activities are to filling the family freezer for the winter, as if Wasilla was in the middle of the tundra, and not the home of it’s very own Wal-Mart Supercenter. Something tells me they sell ground beef at the Wal-Mart. Heck, they may even sell Caribou. Also? Sarah Palin made something like 5 million dollars last year. I think she can manage overpriced ground round. Stop acting like your children will starve if you don’t go hunting.
So, with the idea that the Palins are somehow so remote as to procure victuals without a freezer full of shot animals, the next question that occurs to me is: is hunting caribou cost-effective as a way of “filling the freezer” for the winter? In southern California, T-bon steaks (arguably, a high-priced cut of beef) are $6.99 per lb. at the local Vons. According to my brief foray onto Google, the average male caribou (and Sarah’s was admittedly tiny) is between 275 to 375 lbs. So, lets assume a live weight of 300 lbs. I couldn’t find any details on dressed meat yield for caribou, but for deer, the estimate is 40%. I’m going to be nice and assume a caribou yields 50%. So, a 300 lb. buck would yield 150 lbs. of meat. At $6.99 per lb., this would be worth $1,048.50, assuming you only bought t-bones. If you bought London Broil ($1.97 per lb.), it would be $295.50. Assuming a 50% price increase due to the remoteness of the area (i.e., $2.96 per lb.), the value of 150 lbs. of beef would be $444.00. So, lets assume an average value somewhere between the two values (i.e., you bought half t-bones and half London Broil): $746.25.
So, my point - and I do have one - is that Sarah and her father took two separate planes on two round trip flights for meat for which you can purchase a reasonable alternative for $746.25. I, for one would love to know how much it costs to charter two of those planes. I’m guessing it’s at least a few hundred dollars round trip. So, please, Sarah, I’m fine with you hunting, as you apparently do take the meat with you to eat and aren’t simply using an AK-47 to blast the caribou into useless bits, but please stop with the sanctimonious commentary about how you need to hunt to feed your family, as if you are destitute and this is a cost-effective option. Kapiche?
BTW, if you want your own full elk for your freezer, you can purchase one here.
ETA: apparently, the cost difference is worse than I estimated. This article points to another article which estimates that the total cost of the hunting trip was around $42,000. That’s some pretty expensive meat (considering, as indicated above, you can purchase a butchered elk, delivered to your door packed in dry ice for less than $1,500).