Today (Sunday) was a day off from combining, so I decided I would spend the day snooping around the areas that my Dad and I hunted over 50 years ago. He used to take me chicken hunting. I was the retriever. 
First, I went south of town, to an area known years back, as the "old Crow place". When I was about 10, our cub pack went there and stayed a night or two in tents. We loaded all the boys, tents, and other stuff into the back of two one ton grain trucks and away we went! There were the remnants of an old log cabin near where we stayed. We were sure we could see bullet holes in the logs.
This pic was taken today, right near where the old cabin stood. The land now belongs to the people I run a combine for. The poplars I cut were drowned out. Excellent firewood. I have hunted the area since I was a kid.
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Then I went out north of town to another area my Dad used to go to. The little old trail isn't passable anymore, as the past few years have been so wet, and it has become choked with fallen trees. I parked the truck and walked around in the field to the far end of the trail and walked back on it. I stopped part way, made a little fire and cooked a weiner. I had my trusty old Savage 24H-DL .22/20ga. I've had it for 45+ years.
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Kind of brings a bit of a heartache to see the little old roads all pushed out, and the poplars all gone. I went by a little slough where I remember my Dad blasting a Prairie Chicken about 55 years ago. It is a quarter mile from where his mother and father, plus a bunch more relatives are buried.
Click on the pics to enlarge!!
First, I went south of town, to an area known years back, as the "old Crow place". When I was about 10, our cub pack went there and stayed a night or two in tents. We loaded all the boys, tents, and other stuff into the back of two one ton grain trucks and away we went! There were the remnants of an old log cabin near where we stayed. We were sure we could see bullet holes in the logs.
This pic was taken today, right near where the old cabin stood. The land now belongs to the people I run a combine for. The poplars I cut were drowned out. Excellent firewood. I have hunted the area since I was a kid.
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Then I went out north of town to another area my Dad used to go to. The little old trail isn't passable anymore, as the past few years have been so wet, and it has become choked with fallen trees. I parked the truck and walked around in the field to the far end of the trail and walked back on it. I stopped part way, made a little fire and cooked a weiner. I had my trusty old Savage 24H-DL .22/20ga. I've had it for 45+ years.
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Kind of brings a bit of a heartache to see the little old roads all pushed out, and the poplars all gone. I went by a little slough where I remember my Dad blasting a Prairie Chicken about 55 years ago. It is a quarter mile from where his mother and father, plus a bunch more relatives are buried.
Click on the pics to enlarge!!
