Well, for me anyway. Sort of. I’m in Pittsburgh, and my family is chiefly in Johnstown, PA. My stepfather, a marine (gunny no less, like R. Lee Ermey in Full Metal Jacket, hoo rah), told me yesterday afternoon that Dick Cheney had flown in to hunt, and now it looks like the media’s picked up on it.

Cheney was to fly into Arnold Palmer Regional Airport after his morning briefing in Washington, his spokeswoman, Lee Ann McBride, told the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review.

Cheney will hunt at the private Rolling Rock Club in Ligonier Township, about 45 miles east of Pittsburgh, where he has hunted several times in recent years for pheasants and ducks.

Obviously, and tragically, we peons weren’t/aren’t allowed to go over there and join in on the festivities. Which is probably for the best, for the no-duh reason Yahoo (and I’m willing to bet just about every other news source) naturally felt obligated to mention:

Last year, Cheney wounded attorney Harry Whittington with shotgun pellets during a quail hunting trip in Texas. Whittington recovered.

Poor guy. Can’t go hunting without the world talking about the fact that he almost killed someone the last time he went hunting. Bet that really sours your mood. Damn liberal media, ruining a man’s hobby just because he shot an old man in the face while doing it before and had possibly been drunk at the time.

I can’t help but wonder if he’s been trying to go out for the past few months, only to have the Secret Service and others say “Uh, Dick, maybe you should wait a little while before trying that again.”

Real shame, too. I would have loved to drop by, just for the potential story: “CHENEY DOES IT AGAIN, SHOOTS LIBERAL BLOGGER IN HUNTING “ACCIDENT”.”