Perhaps no singular person shaped my life more than the much-maligned and sadly unheralded Elmer Fudd. His pursuit of the wascally rabbit was the stuff of legend, but because of the public's perplexing adoration of the Leporidaen quarry he was cast as a villain and scorned in most circles.
I feel as if we have walked down the same road in life, have suffered together at the hands of the unruly crowd, and for this reason I would like to be, for one glorious moment at least, the hunter of the ages, the man with the gun.....