Case in point, here is a huge chunk of new Idaho Wilderness (with a capital W) that wouldn't be protected if it weren't for Crapo.
http://www.crapo.senate.gov/documents/oi/id_bru_jar_wilderness_121508.pdf
That is such a *tiny* chunk of new Idaho Wilderness.
My participation started in 1989 on a volunteer advisory committee and ended in 2000 when a paltry Equal Access To Justice Act check came in. I would gladly have done without that check had "our" politicians not done a legislative end-run around their own laws and the successful enforcement thereof by pariah environmental groups. Even as it was, I donated chunks of that check back to the clients who tried to stand for that land.
Not that anyone remembers what I have written in Hunt Talk, but for those who might, this was THE classic example of the baseline/pie-cutting argument I made in that rant not so long ago. And now here we are, sixteen years later, with people pointing at that tiny Wilderness Map and singing the praises of some Johnny-Come-Lately politician who tossed a bone out the back of his limo on the way from a lunch with his owners. And I'm supposed to say "Hey, something is better than nothing!"
I look at that map of the Bruneau/Jarbidge Country and the memories come flooding back; memories of what was.
Back when I still had some fight in me:
ION Senses
I’ll falter no more in declaration of this
The vision before me
All my fears have traced away
Here where I have seen thee
Just South of the East Fork
On this Paiute sacred knoll
Over rock and Rabbit Brush
Where the Earth is hot, and whole
No grief in heat of this present sense
In this, the August Owyhee
These forsaken waves of desert air
Peace is here, and within me
Tremble not in this timbre round
Here the silence caught
Atop this high and holy ground
Is the pitch that I have sought
I free my tongue to your pure blood
Your sacred hoop’s sweet flavor
Above below and on the Earth
Your fleeting rain is savored
And given here your spirit soars
On breeze of sage and grass
Where life and death from tilted bow
Hurl sent of heaven past
Ten thousand square miles
To the Big Springs crystal fountains
There the Independence Range
And up the Jarbidge Mountains
Fly over the Shoshone sweep
And the Blue and the Grassy headlands
To snow capped Santa Rosa reach
Up and down Owyhee canyons
My heart grows huge and near as strong
Pray I earn my name
To save this sensing very long
Let others have the same