Little Fairies on the Prairie

Growing up in a fairly conservative household in the mid 60's-early 80's the heyday of bad television left me with few alternatives for my viewing pleasure.  The raciest thing my folks would let me watch was The Love Boat.  I was however well versed in The Waltons and Little House on the Prairie.  Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I remember episodes where mountain men or hunters would drop in for visits with the Ingals and spin tales of their adventures hunting and trapping.  As I grew older I developed a coping mechanism for my viewing of said program by referring to it as Little Fairies on the Prairie.  Well last night we were visited by some mountain men spinning tales about their adventures elk hunting in the mountains of southern Colorado.  There were stories of bears, mountain lions, outrageous storms, tracking elk and eventually harvesting a bull and packing it out 1-2 miles over rugged terrain.  Elk hunting is a dream of mine and Lord willing and my back holds up I'll get to go some day but I sat there entranced by the visions of real manliness dancing, well maybe not dancing, but hiking in my head.  The whole time I sat basking in  the glow of rugged he-maness I thought to myself, I am a weenie, I am the fairy on the prairie, I wonder how my fantasy football team is doing, I need to adjust the thermostat in the house cause I'm still a little bit too uncomfortable.... But then again I could "set a course for adventure"

P.S. For those of you wondering, I was issued, wait for it, a commendation from the taste cop on the carbonnade stew, which I, failed to mention earlier, was first introduced to at Trappeze Pub