Delving further into obscurity. What pray tell have I done!
- Thread starter Noel
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Yes, Mr. K, those old depression type caps had a lot going for them. Chilly weather, ear flaps up, as shown. Cold weather, ear flaps down. Severe weather, like regularly occurred where I grew up, go to the heavy, died rabbit fur hat. My present day muskrat fur hat, which I get to wear for a couple of weeks during a colder spell of weather, is nice to wear, but not as warm as were the ones they once made from wool and rabbit fur.
But that yellow cap is a trademark at gun shows. If I changed now, I would no longer be the guy with the yellow cap, and how would people know me?
But that yellow cap is a trademark at gun shows. If I changed now, I would no longer be the guy with the yellow cap, and how would people know me?
BigUglyMan
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- Location
- New Scotland
Fudd Nirvana!
Nice 30A, Noel. Hope you're not totally out of the HVA thing.
No sir! I have my 1939 146A and it will never go. Our late member "Stocker" rebuilt the stock for me, did a fantastic job. It dropped a huge bull moose first time out and I lent it to Whynot to plug another bull up north. The stories it is going to be passed down with cannot have a price affixed. The memories are priceless.
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- AB foothills
gunrunner100
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- NW Ontario
Thanks for sharing Noel. We appreciate your writings!
Oh and Bruce, wear the fox hat...
Oh and Bruce, wear the fox hat...
Noel, Thanks for an awesome thread and terrific pictures.... and to all who have contributed, its a very enjoyable read.
My Mod. 30 is stamped ' Mod. 30 Express ' and it came to me as a 35 Whelen with a well worn John Buhmiller barrel.
Apparently built to shoot the long discontinued 275 Hornady, it shot well with 225 and 250 gr. loads but not so with smaller bullets.
My late Brother borrowed it in the 1980s when he lived in Tumbler Ridge and upon tiring of the old barrel he had his co-worker / buddy Bevan King turn out a new stainless barrel in 35 Whelen , also at the same time he replaced the old tired stock with a nice, comfortable Bishop stock.
The old Lyman Alaskan glass was switched out for a 1.5X5 Leupold so the updates are complete and now I have a nice little Moose thumper...
My Mod. 30 is stamped ' Mod. 30 Express ' and it came to me as a 35 Whelen with a well worn John Buhmiller barrel.
Apparently built to shoot the long discontinued 275 Hornady, it shot well with 225 and 250 gr. loads but not so with smaller bullets.
My late Brother borrowed it in the 1980s when he lived in Tumbler Ridge and upon tiring of the old barrel he had his co-worker / buddy Bevan King turn out a new stainless barrel in 35 Whelen , also at the same time he replaced the old tired stock with a nice, comfortable Bishop stock.
The old Lyman Alaskan glass was switched out for a 1.5X5 Leupold so the updates are complete and now I have a nice little Moose thumper...
Ardent
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Absolutely gorgeous photos Noel, and I fly over Woodland Caribou weekly, and trust me few today look like that! They have very small racks in comparison to their arctic cousins, but your friend's there has a very respectable set of antlers. Looks like Grande Cache area maybe…? Not the mountainous slope behind, much bigger than the Caribou Mountains.
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- Somewhere on the Hudson Bay Coast
Wonderful post Noel. Now, where to find a 4X Noske . . .
Bruce, time you wrote another book, this time about guns, shooting, and hunting, with a few bush plane stories sprinkled throughout.
Bruce, time you wrote another book, this time about guns, shooting, and hunting, with a few bush plane stories sprinkled throughout.
Thanks for the comments you guys, and Boomer, I did write another book. In the years when we used to spend the winters in Arizona and California, I sat in our travel trailer in the evenings and with a ball point pen and elementary grade "Scribblers," I wrote a book length manuscript about life in the boondocks of north easterly Saskatchewan, on the extreme northerly edge of farm land, on a bush homestead, in the depression years of the 1930s. There was a lot in there about hunting for survival, along with the array of guns that various people and old time trappers used.
When the manuscript was finished I took it to a secretary to type it out for me, all twenty three chapters. Very luckily, the secretary had one of the first "smart" typewriters to come out , so I got a hard copy of the manuscript, plus a floppy disc.
In one chapter I told of the many great characters that were around, who just fit into the life and times prevailing. I made the statement that generally, such characters, men who were so adapted to the harsh conditions, ended with WW2, "However," I stated, "I met some very fine characters in the wilderness of northern BC in the 1950s, but that's another story."
If ever there was a draft copy of a manuscript, this was it! However, I sent it off to Hancock House Publishers and it came within a hair of immediately being published. What held it up was the amount of editing they would have to do.
David Hancock asked me about this "another story," I mentioned and said he would like to see it.
Trouble was, the "other story," about northern BC, was only a vague thought in the back of my mind.
However, I went to work on it and some years later, Hancock published my other story, Outposts and Bushplanes.
Shortly after I got the floppy disc for the Saskatchewan story, I got a computer with a Word program, so I went to work on the original story. Long story short, over the years I have rewritten it, had it to several publishers, altering the story a few times, but all publishers said the same thing. They all liked it, said they would like to publish it, but didn't feel the subject matter would generate enough reader interest to pay for it.
Thus, our boys, grand kids, some nephews, etal, have digital copies, along with a CD disc of nearly fifty old pictures, in definition suitable for publishing. (I know this, because I did all the digital picture work for Outposts and Bushplanes, in accordance with instructions from the publisher.)
Maybe times will change and eventually I, or one of our off spring, will get it published.
As a point of interest, when my book was published, the chances of a publisher publishing an unsolicited manuscript was about 3%, and I think the odds are tougher now!
Bruce
When the manuscript was finished I took it to a secretary to type it out for me, all twenty three chapters. Very luckily, the secretary had one of the first "smart" typewriters to come out , so I got a hard copy of the manuscript, plus a floppy disc.
In one chapter I told of the many great characters that were around, who just fit into the life and times prevailing. I made the statement that generally, such characters, men who were so adapted to the harsh conditions, ended with WW2, "However," I stated, "I met some very fine characters in the wilderness of northern BC in the 1950s, but that's another story."
If ever there was a draft copy of a manuscript, this was it! However, I sent it off to Hancock House Publishers and it came within a hair of immediately being published. What held it up was the amount of editing they would have to do.
David Hancock asked me about this "another story," I mentioned and said he would like to see it.
Trouble was, the "other story," about northern BC, was only a vague thought in the back of my mind.
However, I went to work on it and some years later, Hancock published my other story, Outposts and Bushplanes.
Shortly after I got the floppy disc for the Saskatchewan story, I got a computer with a Word program, so I went to work on the original story. Long story short, over the years I have rewritten it, had it to several publishers, altering the story a few times, but all publishers said the same thing. They all liked it, said they would like to publish it, but didn't feel the subject matter would generate enough reader interest to pay for it.
Thus, our boys, grand kids, some nephews, etal, have digital copies, along with a CD disc of nearly fifty old pictures, in definition suitable for publishing. (I know this, because I did all the digital picture work for Outposts and Bushplanes, in accordance with instructions from the publisher.)
Maybe times will change and eventually I, or one of our off spring, will get it published.
As a point of interest, when my book was published, the chances of a publisher publishing an unsolicited manuscript was about 3%, and I think the odds are tougher now!
Bruce
Bruce, I know absolutely nothing about this business, but know one fellow who published his book himself.
Is that a possibility? Especially, if a hundred guys here would commit to a copy or two?
Ted
Is that a possibility? Especially, if a hundred guys here would commit to a copy or two?
Ted
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Ted, that idea has come up, but I have never thought seriously about it. Publishers are experts in their field and if they don't think it would attract enough readers, then who am I to disagree, or ignore them.
As we know, our country is so divided, between rural and urban life styles and this type of book would go over in a modern city like a lead balloon! Young people today, even country folk, just can't get their head wrapped around what it was like. My oldest son says modern young people couldn't stand to live like we did. No electricity, no running water, just go to the out door privy when the urge called, no telephone, no radio in the worst of the years, six or seven living in a house with one dim, kerosene lamp for light. When Mother was finished in the kitchen after supper she would bring the light into the front room and we could huddle around it to read something, play cards, or some other game. For my Dad it was reading the Winnipeg Free Press which came once a week.
You can tell modern kids about the one room country schools, with no more amenities than I described for homes, but the kids today will have no idea of what it was like to go to an outdoor outhouse at 30 or 40 below zero, or what the thing looked like before spring, or just what it smelled like to have to go there after the weather warmed and the flies were thick!
The one room log school house that I spent most of my academic life at, didn't even have a water well at the school. Two kids who lived half a mile away got paid a few cents a month to supply the school with drinking water. Every morning they brought a five gallon cream can full of water. In the winter they hauled it on a sleigh, pulled by their dog. When there was no snow on the ground they had a home made, two wheel cart hitched behind the dog, with the water can on the cart. We often drank all the water. If the water ran out before noon, the teacher would send the kids home to get another can of water. If it ran out much after noon hour, we were just out of luck for the rest of the day. In the hot weather of June or August we may have had nothing to drink from noon until we got home, usually about 4:30. I had to walk two miles, but some kids had three miles to walk.
As far as readers for a book, I think the actions of all the hunting and trapping influenced the publishers. Not politically correct you know. I told of how at twelve years old I shot squirrels for their fur, to make myself spending money. I told how bullet holes through the head did not deduct from the payment, but a bullet hole in the skin behind the ears would have the skin reduced by two cents, about 10%, for each hole.
I could have left all that kind of thing out and the book may have been published, but I would not do that. I have to tell it like it was.
Bruce
