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    Was there a particular period of your hunting or fishing life, or maybe a particular trip or outing, that you get nostalgic for, or just remember fondly?

  • #2
    I've had a great time travelling with both my wives. The Ex was my SCUBA diving and fishing partner, PigHuntress is my canoeing and hunting partner.

    One of the best trips with my Ex was SCUBA diving in the Florida Keys. We'd dive one day and get drunk the next, rinse and repeat. We had a great saltwater fishing / beach trip where Country Road frequents - Gulf Shores Alabama. Also, did a little overnight backpacking on the Appalachian Trail. She and I would wade and fish small freshwater streams with light tackle.

    PigHuntress and I have canoed overnight in the Mobile Delta and on a few other rivers. I taught her to hunt and shoot so sometimes she's in the woods with me after Bambi and Porky. Last year we went to St. Croix for a week, me SCUBA diving and she sipping fruity drinks on the beach. Fantastic companion.
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    • #3
      Originally posted by PigHunter View Post
      I've had a great time travelling with both my wives. The Ex was my SCUBA diving and fishing partner, PigHuntress is my canoeing and hunting partner.

      One of the best trips with my Ex was SCUBA diving in the Florida Keys. We'd dive one day and get drunk the next, rinse and repeat. We had a great saltwater fishing / beach trip where Country Road frequents - Gulf Shores Alabama. Also, did a little overnight backpacking on the Appalachian Trail. She and I would wade and fish small freshwater streams with light tackle.

      PigHuntress and I have canoed overnight in the Mobile Delta and on a few other rivers. I taught her to hunt and shoot so sometimes she's in the woods with me after Bambi and Porky. Last year we went to St. Croix for a week, me SCUBA diving and she sipping fruity drinks on the beach. Fantastic companion.
      Nice to hear stories like that. I've had the good fortune to know a few ladies who liked the outdoors.

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      • #4
        Most of mine involve days on the farm with my grandpa, whether hunting, taking care of cows or cutting down trees. I've had a few good days with some buddies and my brother too.

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        • #5
          My first day deer hunting in the Adirondack Mountains of New York state, when our party collected two fine bucks during an organized drive on opening day.
          I helped drag the first buck down the mountain on a snow-packed trail that was almost as slick as a bobsled run.

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          • #6
            When I graduated from high school most classmates rented apartments or a house down the Jersey shore. My cousin Mark and I planned a two month trip to go out west. We visited the South Dakota black hills and took a helicopter ride over the badlands. Stopped at Mount Rushmore took a few photos.
            In Wyoming we visited the Devil's Tower, the Bitterroot mountains, Yellowstone National Park, Grand Teton National Park and took a raft ride down the Snake river. Stopped at Jackson Hole and saw the biggest elk antler arch crossing overtop of the road.
            We headed north to Glacier National Park and saw our first grizzly sow with two tiny Cubs.
            Went into Canada and visited Jasper and Banff National parks.
            We drove out in my cousin's Ford Pinto station wagon and slept in a real nice mountain pup tent.

            Two years later my next door neighbor friend Bob had a nice finished van and we did another two month trip. We went to Sequoia and Yosemite national parks. Went water skiing on Lake Tahoe with folks that were camped next to us. Visited my cousin in San Francisco and drove down highway One on the California coast. Went on our first nude beach in California.
            We drove through Death Valley and there was a heavy downpour with flash floods. We pulled the van over and waited it out.
            Drove down to the Grand Canyon and got thrown out of a casino in Las Vegas for taking a flash photo. No cameras allowed in casinos. We didn't know.
            We visited the painted desert and the petrified forest in New Mexico. Drove though the Texas pan handle and visited Nashville. Stopped at the Great Smokie Mountains.
            I will never forget those two awesome trips and camping out in pup tents everywhere we went. We also saw tons of wildlife.
            With met a few outdoor girls from Texas in Yellowstone, backpacking with Spokane sweeties in the Grand Tetons and Illinois honeys in Glacier. The three Illinois girls didn't know how to put up their tent so we helped them. I think it was a set up and they wanted to met next guys camped next to them. We Sat around their campfire drinking beer, eating s'mores and laughing late into the night.
            What memories.
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            • #7
              I could write 3 books entitled Michigan, Colorado, and Missouri. With chapters on Canada,Wyoming, and South Dakota. With mentions of Indiana and Kentucky thrown in. Could do a separate Pat McManus type book about all the weird and funny I've seen or been part of. My nostalgia isn't about the place as much as the people who are gone from me now. I could tell and listen to hunting and fishing stories for hours. It's who I am, not what it is I do.

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              • #8
                Deer season started the first full weekend of November.
                One of my fondest memories is getting out of school on Friday afternoon and looking for my dad's white Ford truck as I headed to the bus. That white truck meant I would be in camp before dark. If I had to ride the bus home, that meant me and pop would be up at 4am to drive in for opening day.
                The two room shack deep in the Keechi creek bottom in Leon county would be full of hot meals, domino games and hunting stories.
                My dad, my grampa and Charles were constants. The other 2 in the group of five changed quite often.
                Charles always brought a pot of navy beans and a Queen Ann's cake (homemade!) for Friday night supper.
                Charles also had a Win M70 in .270 Win with a 4× Kolmorgen (sp?) scope. Forerunner of Redfield.
                Love to recall the hiss of the Coleman lanterns, the smokey heat of a wood heater and the aroma of bacon cooking on a kerosene stove on opening morning.
                I could go on and on and on......
                It's all a wonderful part of my past!

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by FirstBubba View Post
                  Deer season started the first full weekend of November.
                  One of my fondest memories is getting out of school on Friday afternoon and looking for my dad's white Ford truck as I headed to the bus. That white truck meant I would be in camp before dark. If I had to ride the bus home, that meant me and pop would be up at 4am to drive in for opening day.
                  The two room shack deep in the Keechi creek bottom in Leon county would be full of hot meals, domino games and hunting stories.
                  My dad, my grampa and Charles were constants. The other 2 in the group of five changed quite often.
                  Charles always brought a pot of navy beans and a Queen Ann's cake (homemade!) for Friday night supper.
                  Charles also had a Win M70 in .270 Win with a 4× Kolmorgen (sp?) scope. Forerunner of Redfield.
                  Love to recall the hiss of the Coleman lanterns, the smokey heat of a wood heater and the aroma of bacon cooking on a kerosene stove on opening morning.
                  I could go on and on and on......
                  It's all a wonderful part of my past!
                  Sounds great. Hey, what's in a Queen Ann's cake? I've never heard of that one.

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Gary Devine View Post
                    When I graduated from high school most classmates rented apartments or a house down the Jersey shore. My cousin Mark and I planned a two month trip to go out west. We visited the South Dakota black hills and took a helicopter ride over the badlands. Stopped at Mount Rushmore took a few photos.
                    In Wyoming we visited the Devil's Tower, the Bitterroot mountains, Yellowstone National Park, Grand Teton National Park and took a raft ride down the Snake river. Stopped at Jackson Hole and saw the biggest elk antler arch crossing overtop of the road.
                    We headed north to Glacier National Park and saw our first grizzly sow with two tiny Cubs.
                    Went into Canada and visited Jasper and Banff National parks.
                    We drove out in my cousin's Ford Pinto station wagon and slept in a real nice mountain pup tent.

                    Two years later my next door neighbor friend Bob had a nice finished van and we did another two month trip. We went to Sequoia and Yosemite national parks. Went water skiing on Lake Tahoe with folks that were camped next to us. Visited my cousin in San Francisco and drove down highway One on the California coast. Went on our first nude beach in California.
                    We drove through Death Valley and there was a heavy downpour with flash floods. We pulled the van over and waited it out.
                    Drove down to the Grand Canyon and got thrown out of a casino in Las Vegas for taking a flash photo. No cameras allowed in casinos. We didn't know.
                    We visited the painted desert and the petrified forest in New Mexico. Drove though the Texas pan handle and visited Nashville. Stopped at the Great Smokie Mountains.
                    I will never forget those two awesome trips and camping out in pup tents everywhere we went. We also saw tons of wildlife.
                    With met a few outdoor girls from Texas in Yellowstone, backpacking with Spokane sweeties in the Grand Tetons and Illinois honeys in Glacier. The three Illinois girls didn't know how to put up their tent so we helped them. I think it was a set up and they wanted to met next guys camped next to them. We Sat around their campfire drinking beer, eating s'mores and laughing late into the night.
                    What memories.
                    Awesome photos, Sasquatch.

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by FirstBubba View Post
                      Deer season started the first full weekend of November.
                      One of my fondest memories is getting out of school on Friday afternoon and looking for my dad's white Ford truck as I headed to the bus. That white truck meant I would be in camp before dark. If I had to ride the bus home, that meant me and pop would be up at 4am to drive in for opening day.
                      The two room shack deep in the Keechi creek bottom in Leon county would be full of hot meals, domino games and hunting stories.
                      My dad, my grampa and Charles were constants. The other 2 in the group of five changed quite often.
                      Charles always brought a pot of navy beans and a Queen Ann's cake (homemade!) for Friday night supper.
                      Charles also had a Win M70 in .270 Win with a 4× Kolmorgen (sp?) scope. Forerunner of Redfield.
                      Love to recall the hiss of the Coleman lanterns, the smokey heat of a wood heater and the aroma of bacon cooking on a kerosene stove on opening morning.
                      I could go on and on and on......
                      It's all a wonderful part of my past!
                      That's been over thirty years ago! LOL!
                      All I can tell you was, after a morning of chasing ducks and squirrels in the bottom, a cup of hot coffee and a slab of Mrs. Charlie's cake was most awesome!
                      My second favorite thing was a slab of pecan cake from the Collin Street Bakery in Corsicana, Texas!
                      You can still order those, if you can afford them!!!

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                      • #12
                        Hunting is a way of life for me, not a past time. I have been blessed with so many wonderful adventures it is impossible to pick one above others and would indeed not be fair. A couple come to mind.

                        My first official pack string mule deer hunt, not my first deer hunt mind you but I was allowed to go with my hero’s, Dad and his three best fellow huntsmen. I took a fine buck and can still vividly recall sitting next to the fire that evening with the shadows closing in and the strong feeling that I had found myself. That was was 69 years ago and I was 10.
                        Another was my first safari to Africa. In those days I knew of no booking agents and there were no hunting shows to attend and gain information. I personally was not acquainted with anyone to lean on for advice. It was trial and error. International flights and a charter plane to a rough hewn landing strip in the middle of nowhere I arrived in camp and led by a total stranger to a grass hut to sleep. Lying in my cot that night I recall thinking I must be crazy, I wonder if I have been taken advantage of and it was all a farce. Just then outside a lion moaned and then roared. I smiled, rolled over and slept. I was home.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by PigHunter View Post
                          I've had a great time travelling with both my wives. The Ex was my SCUBA diving and fishing partner, PigHuntress is my canoeing and hunting partner.

                          One of the best trips with my Ex was SCUBA diving in the Florida Keys. We'd dive one day and get drunk the next, rinse and repeat. We had a great saltwater fishing / beach trip where Country Road frequents - Gulf Shores Alabama. Also, did a little overnight backpacking on the Appalachian Trail. She and I would wade and fish small freshwater streams with light tackle.

                          PigHuntress and I have canoed overnight in the Mobile Delta and on a few other rivers. I taught her to hunt and shoot so sometimes she's in the woods with me after Bambi and Porky. Last year we went to St. Croix for a week, me SCUBA diving and she sipping fruity drinks on the beach. Fantastic companion.
                          Thanks. It's both fun and a distraction

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by 99explorer View Post
                            My first day deer hunting in the Adirondack Mountains of New York state, when our party collected two fine bucks during an organized drive on opening day.
                            I helped drag the first buck down the mountain on a snow-packed trail that was almost as slick as a bobsled run.
                            Now that's a nice way to start out Hunting! +1

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                            • #15
                              I got into hunting in my 20's. I was already a young father and working family man at the time (not that it's unusual, just saying that there were already other demands). Total city kid with generations of non-hunters ahead of me.
                              I have no epic trips in my past.
                              My paternal grandfather, with whom generations of JCarlins (including my son) share a name was a trout fisherman. Fishing with him on vacations is one of my favorite memories, even though he was a very quiet man.
                              All of my hunting and fishing has been in my state with the exception of one offshore fishing trip.
                              Almost all have their own special memories.
                              But my 9 year old is starting down the path. I'm hoping to make some of those memories with him and his.
                              We shall see.

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