My addiction was started by a student where I work that would wear his UK to class every so often. One day I got a chance to talk to him and ask about where he got his kilt. He emailed me a few links and after some looking around I found this site.
The rest is history as they say.
He graduated this spring and since then I haven't seen another kilt outside of a festival. My wife spotted a gentleman filling his car in Ithaca that was kilted but thats about it.
I have always tempered my killing with respect for the game pursued. I see the animal not only as a target but as a living creature with more freedom than I will ever have. I take that life if I can, with regret as well as joy, and with the sure knowledge that nature's ways of fang and claw or exposure and starvation are a far crueler fate than I bestow. - Fred Bear
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