Ranger514
Member
This brings back lots of memories of hunting with my dad and his buddies. Back in the mid to late '60s, pickup trucks were farm vehicles, and most of the guys chained up the tires of their family cars to go hunting when it snowed. It was tricky driving on some of those old forest service logging roads. Only a few guys were lucky enough to have Jeeps or other 4-wheel drive vehicles, and the deer we harvested were normally lashed to the front or rear fenders, or hung part way out the trunks of those older cars.
Since part of the hunt was helping others in our party fill their tags, we hung our deer in the rafters of a wood shed, and stayed at camp until we had to leave for work or school. We played cards, read books, napped, or just shot the breeze. No electricity, no generators, no outside distractions.
Inside the enclosed front porch, a faded old hand painted sign from the Prohibition Era proclaimed "No Flappers Allowed." My dad had to explain to me what "Flappers" were. Anybody here know the answer? Back then, there were very few women who hunted, and our camp was normally all guys.
Since part of the hunt was helping others in our party fill their tags, we hung our deer in the rafters of a wood shed, and stayed at camp until we had to leave for work or school. We played cards, read books, napped, or just shot the breeze. No electricity, no generators, no outside distractions.
Inside the enclosed front porch, a faded old hand painted sign from the Prohibition Era proclaimed "No Flappers Allowed." My dad had to explain to me what "Flappers" were. Anybody here know the answer? Back then, there were very few women who hunted, and our camp was normally all guys.
