Alright, I had to take this one: A friend of mine is mentioned in Vanity Fair.
He's Steve Hein, Director of the Lamar Q. Ball, Jr., Raptor Center at Georgia Southern University. Steve is a falconer and a wildlife artist, a transplanted West-coaster who flourished in a far away world of barbecue and Brunswick stew and married well to a local girl. He did the good pencil sketches for my book American Kestrels in Modern Falconry. We've been friends since the late 80s.
In his VF pic, Steve is looking earnest and a tad bemused, peering over the shoulder of Robert Kennedy---of those Kennedys--who authored the article:
THE FALCON'S CALL: Robert F. Kennedy Jr. got his first red-tailed hawk from his father, at age 11, and an environmental education through the ancient art of falconry. Decades later, he meets up with a small band of falconers in Wyoming's sagebrush, a wilderness being overrun by Halliburton. Photographs by William Abranowicz. [from the issue Table of Contents]
Kennedy, in describing the Wyoming hunt in which Hein took part, refers to my friend as a "raptor expert." I wrote Steve immediately: "You will never live this down."
I post this note foremost to further my reputation as one who knows several famous people named Steve. But it's also evidence of my theory that some good things--natural things, even hunting--may be enjoying a little nod from the society set these days. The globe warms a bit and suddenly Vanity Fair wants us all eating hawk-caught rabbit and driving electric cars.
Frankly, I'm all for it!