I've been pretty dumb, I know. That great fire of wasted natural gas, visible from the black reaches of space, is a tough thing to witness. We'll flare that North Dakota treasure house of gas into our atmosphere, and later, when the price of gas goes up, we'll bring the heavy industry and the roads and traffic into my big-game hunting country here in Montana, and yours in Colorado, Wyoming, Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Alabama. We'll just go get more gas. What incentive is there to conserve it? We'll sell that gas on the global market, so we can compete for our own resources with our economic rivals in Asia, and we'll live with the losses, the billions of gallons of water, the landscapes, the hunting. Some of us will still hunt the White River country when there are 15,000 gas wells there. A lot of us will choose to go somewhere else, and realize that the hunting in the American West is not nearly as endless as it looked, once upon a time.