Delving further into obscurity. What pray tell have I done!

I remember a while back on a visit to Lillooett and listening to a talk show in the local area.
One old feller was asked what thing that was invented back yonder had the biggest impact of
his life.
He named a few things of course which I took for granted, but what stunned me was his answer.
Electricity and the reasons why.........there were many.
How to store lake chopped ice for longevity.
I tipped me hat back..........wow.
Another thing that absolutely amazes me is the small town lingo.
Sort of like Little House On the Prairie.
Don't believe me?
Perk them listening devices the good Lord........errrrrrr.........Mother Nature
gave you when in a small town with old folk there.
Stunning.

I took the family to Barkerville years ago and they had the folks there acting the part
of the time. The school house had a young teacher there wearing a pair of neat looking
socks/stocking.
She bent over and I went.........Ooh la lah......lookit the knickerboxers.
She turned around and scolded me.
Holy oh chit, something 'bout minding me eyes and where I put them.
I actually flushed and me wifie gave me chit too.
Facking womean.
Can't take a joke.
 
Proving once again that if you're going to pack 6-10 lbs of metal across hill and dale it might as well be full of meaning, history and aesthetic appeal, as well as effectiveness. I missed one in .30-06, but I won't miss the next one, though in truth there is a Model 30 slumbering in every cut down P14 or M17 we see!

I think the one in the first photo is a little earlier; it has the curved steel butt plate, which looks just right IMO, as well as being strong enough to drive nails with.
 
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Boys,
I apologize for the slow replies. I'm raising a couple kids on my own now and they have precedence over all.
Will see if I can recall how to put all these queries and comments in here with replies. The memory is very short anymore....

I think the one in the first photo is a little earlier; it has the curved steel butt plate, which looks just right IMO, as well as being strong enough to drive nails with.

Good eye Sir, and yes, Harold's Hunter had a 30A, the first variation with a 22" barrel and leaf sight. Curved steel but plate that is a graceful piece of furniture. A keen eye will also see Harolds A is wearing a scope too. He couldnt recall any details of the rifle, only the gruel-some trip in itself.

While I wanted one like the A, I don't care for the shorter barrel so the S fit the bill. I do wish the S wore a leaf sight tho. I am a better shot with them than the aperture. and yes that is after many years of shooting both styles.

Ok so tell us about the vintage vehicle it's leaning up against!! Last time I visited all you had was a farmall!

My Dear friend. How are you keeping? Been meaning to check up on you to see if that safe got put together alright.

The car is my Grandfather's beloved 1932 Chevrolet Confederate. He restored it in the early eighties. When he passed in March `94 my Mom ended up with it.
They got tired of paying insurance to have it collect dust. Needless to say I am the current custodian now. It is not kind to me but I will learn its quirks and show it whose boss. I love taking it to town for the parade or even for groceries!
It is an honour to keep this in the family, and one day my Son will care for it. Its just stuff, but when I drove it in the parade last year, it was overwhelming because I used to ride with Grampa in it. Like it is yesterday....


And as mentioned the Farmall, we sold the `47 "A". I still have the `44 "A".
Grampa had a `47 "A" but in a moment of weakness I sold it as it was seized and I was stuck in suburbia at the time thinking it was forever. When I got out here I simply had to get one for firewood.
 
Very nice! I also note that your Great-Uncle's name was Leif Erickson.

I've seen a few caribou in Alberta over the years. There are still a few in southern BC, it is probably 25 years since there was a hunt for them.

J, good to see you around, been a long time.
Leif was my Gramma's brother. She would tell me of his hunting and how he was always talking guns... I was barely ten at the time and she said I was just like him.
His favorite was his 250 Savage Supersporter 40. Posted these before but its been awhile. And its my thread anyway. Hahaha
1932


Dec 8, 1933


Ironically, Leif met his demise to his Savage 40. He was shot in the back just outside Didsbury in `65. The case was never solved. The Sheriff returned the rifle to a relative and their house burned down years ago. Still I wanted to hunt with one.

It was a brutal search since the gun is not common nor a collector piece to any, so they are a hard score.
The only day I didn't take my nine year old with me last fall was the day the buck stepped into our field just behind the house. I connected with the 250 and one well placed 117gr RN. 140yds into the lungs and then the neck as his head was down. Needn't worry about tracking him...
I drug him home with the Farmall for old time sake. How I love living on the farm.
 
Should add as well, the beginning of this thread, the Remington 30S. It went afield last fall and my nicest looking six point bull fell to the old girl.
A few days later the snow came and with it nasty cold. My son is no longer nine, he’s twelve and legal to drop game! So he’s bundled up, and packing my 21H in hopes the elk come. He dipped the muzzle in the snow and by time I realize I hadn’t taped it the ice won’t budge from the bore. So we lean the rifle on the fence and he’s plum upset. Plum? Hmm plumb? Whatever..

So there we are pondering snow drifts and ice and muzzles and what a crummy blend they make when a whitetail buck comes out across the field from us and starts digging to the remnant of second growth. He’s not big by any stretch and I’ve not shot a deer since the one I drug home with the farmall in hopes some day something does grow for a change. My boy has settled down and we are just watching this little three point. (Eight point if your out east) and I have an epiphany. I offer to let my boy have a go at the buck with my Remington30. His eyes light up. “Oh yeah Dad!”

So I remind him how the peep sight works and we get him rested on the fence cross brace nice and solid. He’s southpaw so he reaches around with his left hand and cycles in a hefty fat 200gr KKSP round nose in the pipe and brings the bolt handle down.
I watch in the binos for the buck to come full broadside and whisper he’s ready.
Well that kid, wouldn’t you know he squeezed off that shot and just over 200yds away that buck hit the ground so hard he barely twitched! I just looked at him and was stunned. First deer, one shot and what a shot too.

We got the Brno thawed and four days later we had been duped by the elk twice and Reid was getting weary of the low temperature.
Tonight would be different, the elk came out twenty minutes earlier and it gave us tons of time. Which is good, and sometimes not good. Seems the young Man inherited a case of the “Norwegian shakes”. He was just vibrating. So we just talked him through it for a bit, the bull was concealed anyway.
In about five minutes we had our opening. Reid took his 140 yd shot and hit his mark with a 154gr Hornady. Bull was quartering slightly, he reared up and bolted. Ran a semi circle and spun around and fell, about 30yds from where he was hit. He flopped over on his side dead as a door nail. Again, I’m dumbfounded. I’ve shot enough elk by now to know 200yd death runs can and will happen. It was dead I. Under 15 seconds.
The Bullet took out a rib and a fragment came off. While the main bullet took out a lung and clipped the heart, the fragment took out the windpipe and both jugular veins completely. First time seeing shooting that fancy.

So there were some pretty proud dad moments last fall.
We finally got his savage 99 in 308 patched up so we will see how that goes. I suspect though he will like shooting the 250 savage a good friend on here gave the kids.
 
I can't help it folks.............this thread deserves a wee bit of a bump............as I wipe me eyes.................:sok2

Thank you, that was a great read. Thanks for the stories and especially historical pictures Noel, and I hope H4831's manuscript somehow, some day, becomes available for public consumption. 'No interest' indeed! I for one thirst for historical firsthand accounts of early Canadian living, and I'm sure I'm not alone.
 
You did good looky, wonderful stories fellows.

I feel like a youngster sitting in the corner of the dinning room listening to my dad, uncle and their friends talk of days past with a fair bit of bs and banter being tossed about...

Oh gees seem to have something in my eye.
 
So there were some pretty proud dad moments last fall.
We finally got his savage 99 in 308 patched up so we will see how that goes. I suspect though he will like shooting the 250 savage a good friend on here gave the kids.

That is awesome... so glad to hear other dads are still getting their children out in the woods and grounding them in the "reality" of our place in the food chain... so many urbanites are disconnected from that reality.
 
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