Let's Reminisce
sneekeepete
3/17/10 8:20am
It is that slow time of year again. I got to day dreaming here about the beginning of hunting in my life. I thought it would be kind of fun to remember all the old times.
I remember my first year at deer camp up at "Doc's Cabin" when I was the ripe old age of 5. The cabin had been built by some Doctors from " Up North" just after 1900. Somehow my family had come to it. I remember the pop and crack of the pine buring in the ol pot bellied stove and the rats running across the rafters when the lanterns went out.
The first time I set eyes on the rifle rack up against the wall was a beautiful sight. All the Model 70's, 700, and sporterized springfields with their walnut stocks glowing in the lantern light.
That year the only one I could keep up with was Uncle Easton who was in his 80's with two replaced hips and knees. So I followed him around with my wooden rifle that Grandpa Don had made me and I'd drop empty 30-06 shells in the barrel to load it.
One eveing Uncle Easton and I walked out to a little knoll about 400 yards from the cabin. Just was we reached the top where we could see most of the drainage below us and out around to the other side a 4 point with about 5 does spooked and ran for the next bunch of Quakies. Ol Easton was so excited he just pointed speechless for a minute and then slapped me on the shoulder and told me to shoot 'im! So I pulled my trusty wooden rifle up and let 'im have it. He got away of course and Uncle Easton told me I must have had buck fever and missed him.
I remember the old '77 Chevy Scottsdale with a blue door, gray tailgate, and ViseGrip window handles. We'd rumble down the road before and after light to drop everyone off and pick them all up.
The ol boys would dance around the cabin with me and tell me stories from the good old days while Timber Trail by Sons of the Pioneers played in the background on the Battery powered tape player. When evening came and everyone was back it was time for the world series.
It was when everyone had old white long underwear or old union suits. There had never been an ATV in the camp just horses.
These are some of the greatest memories. This is what hunting is all about for me. What are some of yours?
I remember my first year at deer camp up at "Doc's Cabin" when I was the ripe old age of 5. The cabin had been built by some Doctors from " Up North" just after 1900. Somehow my family had come to it. I remember the pop and crack of the pine buring in the ol pot bellied stove and the rats running across the rafters when the lanterns went out.
The first time I set eyes on the rifle rack up against the wall was a beautiful sight. All the Model 70's, 700, and sporterized springfields with their walnut stocks glowing in the lantern light.
That year the only one I could keep up with was Uncle Easton who was in his 80's with two replaced hips and knees. So I followed him around with my wooden rifle that Grandpa Don had made me and I'd drop empty 30-06 shells in the barrel to load it.
One eveing Uncle Easton and I walked out to a little knoll about 400 yards from the cabin. Just was we reached the top where we could see most of the drainage below us and out around to the other side a 4 point with about 5 does spooked and ran for the next bunch of Quakies. Ol Easton was so excited he just pointed speechless for a minute and then slapped me on the shoulder and told me to shoot 'im! So I pulled my trusty wooden rifle up and let 'im have it. He got away of course and Uncle Easton told me I must have had buck fever and missed him.
I remember the old '77 Chevy Scottsdale with a blue door, gray tailgate, and ViseGrip window handles. We'd rumble down the road before and after light to drop everyone off and pick them all up.
The ol boys would dance around the cabin with me and tell me stories from the good old days while Timber Trail by Sons of the Pioneers played in the background on the Battery powered tape player. When evening came and everyone was back it was time for the world series.
It was when everyone had old white long underwear or old union suits. There had never been an ATV in the camp just horses.
These are some of the greatest memories. This is what hunting is all about for me. What are some of yours?
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