the old times

[george minze]

Originally posted by BOB THE PALINDROME:
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!)

God love the Old Corps! "You" Son a You a a female sheep, are you calling me a female sheep. give me 25. Well we learned the hard way but learned none the less. Tripping over locker boxes was a occupational hazard for a Marine boot.

 

[Farmer17]

In college at Oklahoma State University in 1981 I dressed up as a cowboy on halloween. I was wearing boots, hat, vest, neckerchief, and my Hawes 5-1/2" .22 single action in a black Buscadero rig. The gun was unloaded, but the 24 bullet loops were filled with ammo that I had received free from the U.S. Army in my Archery/Riflery class. I went all over town that night with a bunch of friends and went in several different bars and did a lot of partying and dancing. It was a wild night and a lot of cops were out but nobody ever said a thing about my gun or ammo, and I saw a few other guys dressed as cowboys wearing their sixguns!

 

[IRON LEG]

Yeah, thats the way I grew up. Couple of kids walking by the Grade school would'nt have gotten a second look. Now it would bring out the SWAT team, and 4 news Helo's.