Harry
It was a good life
Friday, November 16, 2018, 10:32

We carried pistols when we were 15 YO, hunted, fished, trapped and camped out while living on the river. My best friend had lots of guns since his grandfather was a Deputy Sheriff. The safe had lots of ammo so he would take a box or two. He once shot a deer with a 38 Super.

By the time we were 16 and got our drivers license, we expanded the area we covered which beat riding our bicycles.
We would ask farmers for permission to hunt on their land and shot pigeons which ate their grain. In some cases the word was NO but sometimes changed when other farmers talked about the groundhogs taken out and our manners. One even wanted to pay for the ammo.

We also learned tracking from the little literature that was available back then. Some summers we would camp out in the mountains for a week and try to live off the land eating frogs, fish, snakes and crayfish from the stream. We would take along some Dinty Moore beef stew just in case.