Walking around with guns......... hunting story
Oakie
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When Bullshot responded to my other post, he got me remembering days of old. When we were preteens/teens, we would always walk down the street with our shotguns, rifles and hunting dogs. Everyone knew what we were up to and the police would always wave to us. Back then were different times and guns were not an issue.
My dad was the gunsmith for the local pd's, so I always tried to stay out of any trouble or mischief, especially while out hunting. Well.......... Just one time, it got the better of me. Me and two friends decided to go duck and goose hunting. We set out down the railroad track in our town, to a pond two towns over. No houses around or streets. As we were getting closer to the ponds, we heard the distinct sound of geese!!! Oh man, we were getting excited. We cut through some woods and there before us, was a whole flock of geese on this beautiful green field,AKA, a golf course. Heck we were young and didn't even know about golf. We downed about four or five geese. Walked out onto this green, got the geese and headed back down the tracks to home. About a mile or so down the tracks, we see a cop standing on the tracks. We turn around and there are about three more behind us . Rut row. Well here was good news and bad news. The cops knew my father, and the cops knew my father!!! I wasn't going to be in trouble with them, but my dad was not going to be happy either. I spent the next month, doing chores, instead of hunting, and had to apologise to the golfers, we scared half to death when we opened up on those geese. I think till this day, I can never set foot on Iron Rock Golf course in Pennsauken NJ. I blame the geese!!! Oakie
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But have y'all ever been escorted off an Indian Reservation by the tribal police! Don
Funny stuff......
I was pheasant hunting with some friends back when we were all about 16,,,, We had a 'new' guy with us that day and I was not real sure about him from the beginning. We had a good day and all got at least one bird each. As we were walking out of the field, the new guy started taking aim at a rabbit that ran between he and myself...Luckily the ground absorbed most of it, but several of the #8 did hit my calf area after bouncing off the frozen ground. I had heavy clothes on so it did not penetrate the skin, but it hurt like heck.... It was a good thing my buddy took hold of me before I creamed the new guy. He was never invited to hunt with us after that...and told NO WAY when he asked.
I am just thankful this was in the days before 3" shells were generally used and he had bird shot and not something bigger..
When I was in 12 th grade
I ask my teacher if I could bring in a gun for the class as my sales demonstration
it was a deca class like a work 1/2 day school 1/2 day Not sure if they even do that anymore
Any way he agreed so I took in a m 1 carbine I had just bought
funny No one got scared or panicked no swat team showed up as I carried it thru the halls or had it in the class room End of day I just walked it back out to the car .
Man it was sure different times back then
I remember most of the guys in that class were gun inthuesest and had all ready started accumulating guns
Those damned geese ..................... always causing trouble everywhere they go.
My grandmother had a Browning Double Auto, in a soft case, across her lap when I pushed her in a wheelchair from one end of O’hare Airport to the other. No one said a word, and only a hand full even looked.
Walking up the stairs to board the plane the pilot ask, “Whatcha got” ??, I told him and he ask if he could have a look. Took it out of the case and he shouldered it, stating it would make a nice quail gun. Times have changed.
Back in HS some of the guys would come to band practice directly from the dove fields and lean their shotguns in the corners. Amazingly, none of those shotguns ever loaded themselves and shot any kids, despite having a couple hours of opportunity. Guess they were just made better then.
Ken & Oakie, our HS in Jersey had a rifle range in the basement. We had a rifle team & competed with other schools as a winter sport. Back in the early 70's I walked back and forth with a rifle, or caught a ride with friends, kept it in school's office & no one batted an eye.
During deer season the rifles were just kept in our lockers. Rode the school bus serval times with my 30-30 Marlin we would hunt a hour before school was open and hit the woods as soon it was let out