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remenber when in a small towm you could walk down the street with a rife an a few buddys an no body give you a sec look , them days are over now its a sad country we came from now where as a nation it is or was ?? what will it take to get back what we lost ???22 ammo was about 70 cemts a box now its takes 3 ids a a note from dad or mom . a hell of country we live i mow
 
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remenber when in a small towm you could walk down the street with a rife an a few buddys an no body give you a sec look , them days are over now its a sad country we came from now where as a nation it is or was ?? what will it take to get back what we lost ???22 ammo was about 70 cemts a box now its takes 3 ids a a note from dad or mom . a hell of country we live i mow
 
I know what you mean, and I just shot up a box of $.79 22 ammo last week.

Hate to say it, but I'm glad I'm old as I don't know where to run, and I don't think I want to be here much longer.
 
I treated my sling with Finland's Bear Grease yesterday. The can is getting low. I bought it in 1978, 6oz. can cost $1.50.
 
I can remember the day when I wondered all over Marlin model 60 in hand. The only time the law ever stopped me was to ask how my grandad was doing. I would go to Rose's with my mom to spend my hard earned money on Winchester Super X on sale 99 cent a box. Most clerks didnt know the differance between a box and a brick. What a score for a kid.
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Iggy,
Your post really got to me, I find myself of the same mind these days and I really hate the thought. The country I grew up in doesn't exist any more.
Fredzo
 
Fredzo,

Yup, I hate to think what things will be like for my Grandson, but I don't know what to do about it.
 
Good post! Im only 51, but often feel I grew up in the last part of the "good old days".

Up in Northern MN, I was 14, spent time in the woods with friends hunting squirrels with bows and arrows. Nobody thought anything of it. We also ran a trap line, got mostly Snowshoe hares. Bought the traps at a local hardware store.

I did simething really DUMB with a .22 round. Ended up with a piece of brass in my finger. Afraid my Dad would find out, I covered it up until it got infected. Dad took me to the Dr to look at my "cut" finger.

The Dr had Dad wait in outside the room. The Dr removed the piece of brass from my finger and said, "Son, you won't do that again will you?" I said no sir! He never did tell my Dad!!

These days the Police would probably be called, as well as Child Protective Services!

I will never forget that Dr!!

Best

Bob
 
Good thread.
Every so often especially towards the end of rabbit season, I'll see someone peddling a bike down the highway with a shotgun across the handle bars with a few rabbits in the basket. ALways brings a smile to my face-usually someone who needs the meat and has just bagged Sunday dinner.
 
I just turned 70, I was in the marines 56-62 Railway mail service 62 till I got on the Police LEO of one jurisdiction or another all my adult life. I look at what is going on and I fear for my Grand kids and one little Great grandchild. My dad a WW2 vet and he had served in the China Marines. And was in the Army when the build up started. He still had that cordovan garrison belt I felt it more than once. When we lived in the city and the beat cop caught you screwing off he laid it on your ass and you didn't go home and complain you would get it there to. we were proud of our servicemen and we all wanted a good regular job when we grew up. only Doctors had two cars unless you had to have a truck as a extra for work. Our first TV was a Muntz and we put up the antenna in a snow storm for Christmas. We all watched old movies and wrestling. It was America. We had rid the world of evil and were damn proud of it. Gangsters never assaulted kids or mothers, and if they did they were executed with in five years or less. You had fights at school but nobody had a knife when you were beat you were beat and after a week went by you forgot what the fight was even over. the DI would knock your ass off in boot Camp and you hated them until you were in a war zone and then they were the best thing that ever happened to you. It actually was sort of like "The Christmas Story" We were the first country to stand up for the Jews in the new Israel and we had the big stick. Postage was 3cents and everybody had a fit when it went up to five cents. But we were Americans and that made it all right. everybody wanted to come here and WORK and live in freedom. What The Hell has happened? We must be blind now we have a bunch of self serving liberal give it all a way that don't seem to understand the word patriotism means. God help us. Press 1 for English. It is time we use our might for right and rekindle the motto "Don't Tread on Me" And if others don't like it GET OUT and that includes politicians that have Islamic names. spread your crap in Arabia and check out their form of retribution.
 
I can remember pedaling out to a friend's pond early in the morning with some duck decoys and a shotgun in the basket of my bicycle.

I can also remember riding my motorcycle out to the river to "pop" turtles with my .22 rifle over my back with a sling.

I can also remember being "counseled" by my DI in Marine Corps boot camp with the flat side of a cartridge belt up side my head. (Hint, a DI is not a you!)
 
Judges are different too. When I was about ten years old I lived in a small town. Our minister was also our shop teacher at school. He did something to displease three of the highschool students so they started rotten egging his house. He tried to talk to them and their parents but did no good. They didn't get enough enjoyment out of the eggs so one night they threw a hunk of rock though his window and damaged a dining room table he had handcrafted.
He had no gun but went next door to his neighbor and borrowed a 12ga. double and some shells. The next night he was waiting for them and he stepped out from behind a tree and told them to stop but they took off running. Lucky for them they had gained a little distance before he shot. All three had to have pellets dug out and he was thrown in jail.
My dad and some other men went to the county seat and got him out. When the trial was held half of the town was there supporting him.
The judge ended up acquitting the minister and condemning the three thugs. See that happening today?
 
I also just turned 70 year's old and look back at growing on a small farm in the mid-west where I spent many an after school walking a fence line hunting rabbit's and pleasants with my Savage 24D .410 over 22 LR. Joined the Marines at 17 years old and grew up real fast. I also was in law enforcement for 25 years. The changes have been very scary, my world is gone for ever. I worry abount my children and grandchidren living in an Obama socialistic dictatorship. Sorry about the negative rant. America is a wonderful country, I have great faith in her.
 
My Mother had a beauty shop in the basment of our house. She and her sister ran a busy shop. There was a coke machine in the corner. One of the small, odd ones, that was about the size of a washer. You dropped a nickel, and turned a knob that rotated a disc that comprised most of the top. Then, you opened a small trap door, and lifted out the original 6 oz coke.
I blew through there a few times a day to cool off, or bum a dime, or generally be a nusiance.
One day when the coke man came to fill the machine, that being an event that was worth observing, I watched as he scraped off the decal that showed the outline of a nickel and had "5c" inside. He replaced it with a decal that showed a nickel and a penny. After the first day or two, I would watch for one of the old ladies that came to the shop that had not been since the change. It was worth walking inside to hear them squawk about the big price increase when they went to get their mandatory coke!
Eventually, my mom put the plastic top of a hair spray can, full of pennies, on top of the coke machine.
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It's truly sad the direction this country has evolved. Sadly, our best days are long behind us...
 
Thread reminds me of this from Charlie Daniels:

From the lowlands of Texas to high Tennessee, what a Hell of a fine place this world used to be.
 
Well I am only 43..not as old as some but older than others
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I have been lamenting on the olds here lately, mostly due to recent hike in prices. I had a young kid working for me a while back that had never paid less than $1 for gas or $2 for a pack of namebrand cigarettes.
I told him I could remember when you couldnt fit $10 worth of gas in a standard car tank, and I used to pay $3.25 for a carton of Lucky Strikes on base
 
Originally posted by 29aholic:
Well I am only 43..not as old as some but older than others
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I have been lamenting on the olds here lately, mostly due to recent hike in prices. I had a young kid working for me a while back that had never paid less than $1 for gas or $2 for a pack of namebrand cigarettes.
I told him I could remember when you couldnt fit $10 worth of gas in a standard car tank, and I used to pay $3.25 for a carton of Lucky Strikes on base
I'm not as old as some but I can remember gasoline .25 a gallon and cigs .25 in a machine! And, these prices were for the general public. The only caveat is most folks were only grossing around $8,000 to $10,000 per year...
 
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