I REMEMBER WHEN

[Intheshop]

I remember the youngest of 4 sons,at 12 y.o. calls me at work. He was home for some reason? Anyway,he calls and said whilst hunting(with my full support) he shot a doe,could I come home and help process it.

Sure,but give me an hour to finish up something.... says I.

Get home and he's got it up at the house,which is no small feat considering the grade. I'm a proud papa with this being his 3rd or 4th "trophy". He was with me on culling/damage contracts since just out of diapers.

Well,I gotta ask for the "story"? And he gets all serious.

"Dad,points way down in the woods,there were 3 does that came from over that way.... more pointing. I was sitting there... when they came past me and then went up that side of the hill,I started thinking about how hard it was gonna be dragging it BACK up to the house".

"So I picked the smallest one,and laced it(95g 243) right behind the shoulder,going away. She fell on the spot,and I dragged her to the house".

It took me a second to realize he had the forethought to shoot the smallest one considering the retrieval,and I then cleaned up his mess..... obligingly,grinning from ear to ear.

 

[mongo chicago]

You may be one of the oldest guys on this forum.

Yep -- 68 yrs

 

[rjtfroggy]

I remember when parking meters in Chicago took pennies, nickels and dimes.

I remember that too, only here in Ct., and after 5PM or Sundays it was free.
Now you have to go to a kiosk use your charge card or your debit, no more coins.
Also the ramp garages opened their gate at 6:30 PM so if you were later than that you parked for free.
I like you am only 68.

 

[Murray Brook]

Reading all these posts makes me lonesome for the 50's and 60's. For the days that when you were coming home from school you and some friends would jump in the back of a pick-up and when you were close to home you would tap on the roof of the cab and the driver would slow down for you to jump out. No one ever got hurt. For the days when kids could be out till the street lights came on without worring your parents. Makes you kind of wonder where we went wrong. What did we do to deserve this oppresive society that we live in today. Afraid to open your mouth in that some snowflake will be insulted and use the racist card. At least we, old guys, can remember the good old days when a man's handshake was worth 10 blood sucking lawyers contracts. I could go on for hours. The good old days.

 

[okie]

I remember the youngest of 4 sons,at 12 y.o. calls me at work. He was home for some reason? Anyway,he calls and said whilst hunting(with my full support) he shot a doe,could I come home and help process it.

Sure,but give me an hour to finish up something.... says I.

Get home and he's got it up at the house,which is no small feat considering the grade. I'm a proud papa with this being his 3rd or 4th "trophy". He was with me on culling/damage contracts since just out of diapers.

Well,I gotta ask for the "story"? And he gets all serious.

"Dad,points way down in the woods,there were 3 does that came from over that way.... more pointing. I was sitting there... when they came past me and then went up that side of the hill,I started thinking about how hard it was gonna be dragging it BACK up to the house".

"So I picked the smallest one,and laced it(95g 243) right behind the shoulder,going away. She fell on the spot,and I dragged her to the house".

It took me a second to realize he had the forethought to shoot the smallest one considering the retrieval,and I then cleaned up his mess..... obligingly,grinning from ear to ear.

smart kid!

 

[timeout]

Reading all these posts makes me lonesome for the 50's and 60's. For the days that when you were coming home from school you and some friends would jump in the back of a pick-up and when you were close to home you would tap on the roof of the cab and the driver would slow down for you to jump out. No one ever got hurt. For the days when kids could be out till the street lights came on without worring your parents. Makes you kind of wonder where we went wrong. What did we do to deserve this oppresive society that we live in today. Afraid to open your mouth in that some snowflake will be insulted and use the racist card. At least we, old guys, can remember the good old days when a man's handshake was worth 10 blood sucking lawyers contracts. I could go on for hours. The good old days.

You can logically trace the decline of everything America to liberalism. Think about it. God removed from the schools. Personal responsibility for one's actions removed. Parental discipline in the home ended. Zero discipline in the classroom as well. Moral decay brought on by liberalism, if it feels good do it. The Roe v. Wade decision. Everybody gets a trophy. Government handouts for able bodied persons just too lazy to work. The list goes on and on. Liberalism is a cancer that needs ended.

 

[Murray Brook]

@timeout Agree, and it affects every democracy everywhere, and if not addressed it will kill freedom.

 

[1kbrxDave]

Some things were better back then and some were not.
I can remember being in the Army the first time i was on leave flying home in my uniform, and being spit on and called names i do not care to repeat at the airport .That was the last time i wore my uniform in public ,i would dress like a civilian after that.
Now jump ahead to 2006, we were going to a gun show in South Dakota ,and as we left the gun show looking for a place to eat ,there was people lined up on both sides of the street and the main st blocked off ,so we pulled over and got out and asked the first person that we saw ,just what is happening today . The man said our men are coming home today after a year tour . The busses showed up and the people were cheering and waving flags ,they even had a band if i remember right.
It made my friend and i both feel good that things had changed for the better .He was a Korean war vet and saw a lot of action, and i am a Vietnam vet but was state side during the war. My friend Bill said he never got anything coming home . He to never put his uniform on in public until 2012 when there was a ceremony for all the vets in the home town. He died a year or so later, we miss him .

 

[david kieffer]

I remember fighting my Three siblings over the sears and roebuck xmas catalog every fall . by this time of the year it was useless for the out house . we had a catalog store near by ,place a mail order and they would call when it would come . my how times changed .

 

[johara1]

Heck I didn't know they sold meat in a store till I was in High school..... jim

 

[divingin]

We called them “John Wayne” bars, with a sort of toffee type chips in waxy brown discs.

I remember backpacking in the, oh, I'd guess early 70's, maybe late 60's; my parents used to get chocolate bars labelled as "Tropical Chocolate". Supposed to melt at a higher temp, I think. Common chocolate company, Nestle's or Hershey, I think. They still make that stuff?

 

[Papa Charlie]

I remember when I was still in grade school, my mom drove my best friend and I about 10 miles up so we could float down the Wilson River on inner tubes. Started at about 9AM and didn't get down to a friends dairy farm until about 7PM that night. Of course in the PNW it stays light until about 10:30PM. Gave my mom a call to come and pick us up. First question was, did you have a good time.

Today, the would have been calling out Search and Rescue.

I was born in Los Angeles, CA. My parents saw the writing on the wall as to where things were going. Move to Tillamook the day I got out of the First Grade. Growing up in the country was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

 

[Intheshop]

I remember when 10X shooting jackets didn't "shrink" every season

 

[NV_Dmax]

Ammo at the drug store.

 

[AccelR8]

I remember when I was about 12, some kids on the way home on the school bus said to me “You got a BB gun, right?” I said yes. “Bring it over after school, come to my back yard we built a fort out of plywood way in back.”

So I got home, changed, grabbed my BB gun and headed out, first walking through back yards, then a wooded lot, across a field and then more back yards. I just naturally thought we were going to have a target contest or something. As I approached the fort, this kid comes out carrying his BB gun, hunched over, slinking from tree to tree to meet me. So we meet, he says c'mon. Stay low. I'm thinking, what's this?

We go into the fort. They have these slits, openings and I look out one of them and some kids says get away from there, you're gonna get shot. I said WHAT??? He says we're having BB gun wars with such-and-such other kids from another street. They're attacking our fort. Tomorrow we attack theirs.

I go, you mean you all are SHOOTING at each other deliberately? They're like, yeah of course why else would you have a BB gun?

I said you guys are nuts. I'm not letting anybody shoot at me, I don't want to lose an eye and beside I don't want to shoot at anybody. Then I left, walked back home.

Seriously, beside the moral aspect of it which I believed was wrong (somebody could get seriously hurt), I thought just imagine the trouble we'd be in if someone did get injured and need to go the the doctor, and my Dad would take my BB gun away if he found out what I was doing and I'd never see it again.

 

[Guewithane]

I also remember guns in the dorm room. The pic below was in my dorm room in 1979 at Lassen College in NE California.
Officially you were supposed to have them locked in the “gun room” down the hall. However everybody wanted to go shooting on the weekends and thats when the druggie RA was shacking up with his girlfriend in town. There was no way to get your gun so we all just did this.
Nobody cared


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[hogpatrol]

I remember my father always picking up hitchhikers and when as a kid, you could hitchhike all over God's creation and never worry about it. I will say some drivers were scarier than others. Those you got out early and either walked the rest of the way or waited until they were out of sight to start hitching again.

 

[Nick Caprinolo]

I remember the street lights were gas fired. Every evening the gas lighter would go around a turn the lights up and in the morning turn them down again.

Then there was the Good Humor Man riding a three wheel tricycle with a insulated box filed with dry ice and ice cream.

 

[david kieffer]

I remember the street lights were gas fired. Every evening the gas lighter would go around a turn the lights up and in the morning turn them down again.

Then there was the Good Humor Man riding a three wheel tricycle with a insulated box filed with dry ice and ice cream.

wellsboro pa still has gas street lights very charming . nice area too.

 

[KMart]

At about 12 or 13 yo, a friend and I decided we were going to camp out on Cedar Bayou. Plans were made and parents said ok so off we went a good mile into the woods. I have no idea what inspired the trip but our parents made no attempt to stop us. We had 22 rifles, some fishing stuff, a can of beans and some Spam. Our drinking water was dipped out of the bayou.
We set up camp and after it got dark things started to change. However, there was no backing out at this time. No way to communicate with home to come and pick us up. We didn't get much sleep that night. Too much slapping of mosquitos and strange sounds that the woods make at night that we had never heard. After a few hours the only light we had was the light of the camp fire and the stars. Alkaline batteries had not been invented yet so the flashlight was no good. I know for sure that we heard the Black Panther scream once. Nobody had ever seen it but everybody knew it was in the woods. The other thing that kept us up was those stinking Cottonmouths sneaking out of the bayou to get us
The next morning we broke camp and met our ride at the edge of the woods and told them how much fun we had. The shower I had when I got home and the lunch (actually it was dinner in our part of the world) Mom fixed was really good.

I feel sorry for the kids growing up today because I grew up at the greatest time in history.