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For many of those who grew up in a small town one could get away with a lot while not raising an eyebrow. This is an older brother in Nov '61 waiting to board the westbound wayfreight for a winter rabbit hunt up the line. Missing in the pic is any hunter red which was only a suggestion at the time and the local swat team.. Attachment 42816
Great picture.
Feb '61? Where's the snow? What part of the country was this taken in?
I was hunting with my Grandpa in '61. Wearing red was rare even while deer hunting,besides,it shows as black in failing light. Hunting "accidents" were common. Somebody somewhere would get an a**ful of birdshot somehow. My family always hunted private farm land,either,our own or the neighbors. Everyone knew who and where others were hunting at all times. The only accident we had was when my uncle's shotgun fell over,discharged and flattened the tractor tire. Grandpa promptly wailed the crap out of him and made him walk home. When Grandma say him walking up the lane by himself,he was dumb enough to tell her what happened and she wailed on him,too. It never happened again. The standard rule after that was "don't piss off Grandma and Grandpa."
When I was discharged from the Army I ended up with a long fatigue jacket - it was brown but was the only warm clothes I had at the time - I had a pile cap with fur ear flaps - can you imagine going hunting dressed like that - didn't have any money to buy better clothes so I used what I had - didn't have any insulated boots either - I put rubber boots (we called them galoshes?) over my regular shoes - I remember my feet use to get so cold after standing awhile that I could hardly walk - in those days it was common to meet other hunters who would offer you a drink from the bottle of whiskey they had with them - at the time it was thought that the whiskey would keep you warm while hunting - today there is still a certain risk involved with hunting but no where near what it was in the old days
Trimmer and Joe......great stories, thanks for sharing
Great pic thanks for posting
Great picture SB! An era gone by sadly? It brings back memories of going to the train station with my dad here in the Soo, to either pickup or drop off my grandfather when he would head up on his guiding trips at the lodge on Gavor Lk. I can still see his big green canvas packsack and rifle when he hoisted it up onto the baggage car.
Brain fart! Pic was November.
Nice Pic and memories of days gone by.
Question: How many rifles does one need to shoot a rabbit, Elmer?
Good photo, remember back even early seventies after school walking through our village just north of Sudbury with the .410 over my shoulder going to local bush for birds . Gun was never in case and nobody said anything .
Yep, back in the 50's going to public school in grades 7&8 a buddy of mine and I use to take our 22's to school in the morning in the spring and the then go ground hog hunting after school, teacher used to make us stand the guns in the corner in the library which was a little room off by its self in a one room school house, some great memories from the good old days, I don't think we even knew what a hunting license was.
My dad grew up in Toronto in the 40's and before he bought a car he used to tell us that he would take the Bathurst St stretcar as far north as it would go then take a bus to the end of the line and go rabbit hunting from there if i find the old pictures of him and his friends I will post them. Can you imagine trying to do that these days.
Gotta find all the old hunting pictures my grand fathers and uncles from back in the day. They hunted all of Canada from Yukon to Nfld. My dad treasures the pictures so he doesn't let them out of his sight very much.
Only one I have on my phone is of my mother and her pet deer in likely 1965 or so. https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/202...04f183be9c.jpg
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^ What's the backstory with the pet deer? Don't leave us hanging.
Her German Sheppard found it one day and she stopped it from killing it and brought it home. Raised it in the barn with the cattle, she said second year it had antlers it disappeared in the fall.Quote:
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She thinks my grandpa shot it as he didn't like feeding it lol I bet he did too.
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At 13 my friend next door on the farm left the Ottawa Valley to work for the summer loading potato trucks in Leamington. He worked all summer and on the way home he tranferred buses in Toronto. He had used his summer earnings to buy a pump action shotgun. A cop spotted the box and asked what was in it. My friend open the box, produced the shotgun and the cop had a good look. The only thing he asked was if he had any ammo to go with the gun. No ammo so the cop said well don't walk around with it and get on the bus to Pembroke as soon as you can. LOL.
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This was the making of my Dad's duck hunting camp back in 1952 at Long Point , Lake Erie. The Township of South Walshingham had the Crown Marsh under it's care and would charge you 5 dollars for the hunting season for rights to a pond in the marsh. Five bucks was a lot of money back then but it was well worth it ! Today's rate is 20 bucks per hunter per day.