OLDNAVYMCPO
US Veteran, Absent Comrade
In my teenage years, one of my bigger challenges was being able to finance my shooting and hunting. I earned minimum wage ($1.10) or less at various part-time jobs. There was the expense of hunting license ($4.00), gas ($.25/gal) for my hunting buddy's '51 Ford, and ammo. Shotgun shells were $1.50 to $2.50 a box, .22 LR was about $.50 a box of 50 and we bought .38 S&W for 10 cents each.
I had an unwed uncle who was eat up on quail hunting. He was president of the local quail hunting association ( southern thing), raised and trained American Pointers and hunted almost every day during quail season. Off season, he planted feed plots and improved quail habitat.
My uncle's favorite quail gun was a Browning A5 auto-loader. Shotshells back then were made of paper hulls with paper or organic fiber wads. During wet weather ( common in the south), they would absorb moisture and swell. Often they would become so swollen that they wouldn't feed through a pump or auto-loading shotgun. When those paper hulls wouldn't feed through his A5, my uncle would toss them in a big cardboard box and forget them.
I had a side by side shotgun that I could force feed those swollen paper hulls into. There's no telling how many hundreds of swollen paper hulls my side by side consumed.
Its raining here today and my Cowboy Action Shoot was cancelled. As I unloaded my truck and hauled guns and ammo back into the house, I got to looking at my shell holder of plastic hull shotshells and the memories came flooding back, memories of my paper hulled youth.
I had an unwed uncle who was eat up on quail hunting. He was president of the local quail hunting association ( southern thing), raised and trained American Pointers and hunted almost every day during quail season. Off season, he planted feed plots and improved quail habitat.
My uncle's favorite quail gun was a Browning A5 auto-loader. Shotshells back then were made of paper hulls with paper or organic fiber wads. During wet weather ( common in the south), they would absorb moisture and swell. Often they would become so swollen that they wouldn't feed through a pump or auto-loading shotgun. When those paper hulls wouldn't feed through his A5, my uncle would toss them in a big cardboard box and forget them.
I had a side by side shotgun that I could force feed those swollen paper hulls into. There's no telling how many hundreds of swollen paper hulls my side by side consumed.
Its raining here today and my Cowboy Action Shoot was cancelled. As I unloaded my truck and hauled guns and ammo back into the house, I got to looking at my shell holder of plastic hull shotshells and the memories came flooding back, memories of my paper hulled youth.