Turns out Huckabee has the same hunter-karma as I do, viz.:
"Two-Buck Huck", by Timothy Egen (NYTimes; January 2, 2008, 11:33 am)

"The rap against Mike Huckabee [...] is that he’s too inexperienced to be president, too naïve — a rube straight out of Dogpatch.

Few of Huckabee’s critics have actually come out and said what many of them think. The language is coded, as it usually is with class and race in this country. [These] pillars of Old School Republicanism have signaled that Huckabee is Not One of Ours. But they’re careful to say it’s not about class, because, of course – it is!

Class war is forbidden in the Republican playbook. But Huckabee [...] has forced the Republican party to face the Wal-Mart shoppers that they have long taken advantage of. [...] Huckabee revels in the class war. He’s Two-Buck Huck, and darn proud of it.

He and his wife lived in a trailer for a while, he points out. His son killed a dog one summer, “a mangy dog” at that, as Huckabee explained to the befuddled national press corps. He said he used to eat squirrels, cooking them up in his popcorn popper

[...]

At the root of all the sniping at Huckabee, he sees a common cause. Some powerful Republicans dislike him, he said on the “Today Show,” because “I’m not one of them.”

Woaaa up there there just a minute! Huckie et our mascot?
Well dang ... I'd uh never et a squirrel. But, fact is, I've shot more than my share. Gophers, too.
And blackbirds ... numbers beyond counting. Now funny thing is, them I et. But cooked over a camp-fire; no popcorn popper for me!

Yessir, it's quite the world we've got ...
... while the Dems are struggling with their attachment disorder, on the other side of the swamp the pointy-haired suits are going to go gunning for Huckie, all the while smiling like ... well, smiling like pointy-haired suits.
Karma ... yessir, you just gotta have an appreciation for phenomenal world, ayup.

Sounds like business as usual to me ... except, yuh know, things are starting to get talked about, and that ain't slim pickin's! (You want slim pickin's, cook up a mess o'blackbirds ... that's slim pickin's. Now, squirrels? *shudder* That, I honestly don't know ... can't say ... but I'd guess yaa, more/less the same. hehh!)