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...aide, rented a bus and took nine Democratic Senators on a tour of his own company, America Online and PSINet, among other locals. The legislators were surprised to see so much computer wizardry so close by. At the end of the tour, Senate minority leader Tom Daschle of South Dakota said contentedly, "We're starting to watch technology companies a little like we watch sports...
...where the water is as clean as our language." But the next night, just before she was to deliver her lines, she showed me her speech, which had been vetted by the Governor and Hatch. Full of platitudes about their education system, it was almost as dorky as North Dakota's bragging about having the country's "highest verbal and math SAT scores." I was hoping Montana would walk over and beat the crap out of North Dakota...
...every sportsman, there are certain moments when the elements of his pastime come together perfectly. The canoe breaks through the rapids. The marlin leaps. The spaniel flushes the grouse. For Duane Spooner, a North Dakota gunsmith, this ideal moment involves a rifle, a scope and a deadly long-range shot at his favorite quarry, the prairie dog. "The head goes one way," says Spooner, grinning, "the tail goes the other way, and everything in between just disappears." Spooner's son Eric, 16, shares his dad's enthusiasm. "It's relaxing," he says. "I like seeing how high they...
Their sport yields no meat, no trophies, just pride in one's marksmanship and that freeze-frame moment of annihilation. "Varmint vapor" it's called by hunters. "Montana mist." "Dakota droplets." Apparently unconcerned about p.r. or the tender feelings of nonhunters, varminters have a taste for sick humor and grisly imagery. The 54,000-member V.H.A. sells T shirts that feature cartoons of exploding rodents. Its headquarters in Pierre is lined with snapshots of happy hunters and their diminutive kills. There are images of coyotes, badgers, gophers, and one large close-up of a prairie-dog carcass tumbling through...
Jacqueline Scott described going to her father when she was a schoolgirl in their small South Dakota hometown and trying to interview him about the war for a school project. She wanted to know what war sounded like. He lowered his newspaper and said, "It sounded like hell." Scott said that was the end of the interview, but many years later she was deeply moved when her father, the town mechanic, died and a thousand people showed up for his funeral. His friends at the local American Legion Post performed the military rites. Their uniforms, she said, were mismatched suits...