I hunted bush partridge, (I don’t care what the “proper term is”) prairie chicken and Huns when I was 12 or 13, early 60’s. I had a Cooey 39 my Dad bought new for me. When I was close to 14, I bought my own 12ga Cooey 84. My first deer rifle was a nice Churchill No. 1 Mk3. Living in a small town in S.E. SK, walking out of town with a rifle or shotgun was not a problem. .303’s, 30-30’s and 32WS were common. White or blaze orange overalls, red or orange toque, you were good to go. My Dad told me a story about two guys he knew were out hunting deer. One guy had rather poor eyesight and was all ready to take a poke at a rabbit going along the top of a rise. The other guy stopped him and in a moment, a guys tops the rise wearing a white toque.
I started hunting so far back...........
- Thread starter John Y Cannuck
- Start date
- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
Yes what idiot thought hunting with paper shells on a rainy day in the duck blind was a good idea? Eject? Feed? I was hunting with a Cooey single shot at the time. Quite often the ejector would only lift the brass a bit. Just enough to grab if you were lucky. When I switched to a pump, it was feeding that was the issue.
When I started hunting there was very few white tails around was all mule deer. And few of them around. But there was lots of sloughs around to duck hunt . Were no geese around then either. I was in my 30s before I got a white tail deer and even older before I got an elk . Never did get a moose thou.
I still have the old Cooey 84 that was given to my dad by Dennis T. Olson the Country and Western Artist. I started using it when I was about 10 or so, still remember the recoil and the ensuing bruises even after 65 years. Good times!
The first time we were really po'ed at Them was when we opened the new regs and found that GBear had gone from GOS to LEH
WTF! They are out to kill hunting! lol
Have never missed a spring bear hunt since
First moose hunt with Dad and his partners, we brought 1 1/2 home plus camp gear and 3 hunters in/on the 63 Rambler wagon
A Tote Goat was the atv of the day
WTF! They are out to kill hunting! lol
Have never missed a spring bear hunt since
First moose hunt with Dad and his partners, we brought 1 1/2 home plus camp gear and 3 hunters in/on the 63 Rambler wagon
A Tote Goat was the atv of the day
fingers284
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- Alberta Cowboy Ranges
two seriously nice WT's.
Sitting in the back of my grandfather’s 50’s Chev, going bunny hunting, 2 beagles sitting on my lap (before seatbelts) and already howling with anticipation…grandpa and a friend in the front seat smoking pipes and the air was blue with smoke. I loved that tobacco smell, miss him…
FatCatsDad
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
He'll, I use it, it's fine ammo at a reasonable price.Do they still use Core-Lokt ammo in their 760 pumps too?
Dad on the west end of Vancouver with his A-5, Bobo, shell belt in front of a street car.
I need to find that photo.
I can remember hunting pheasants on Annicis Island cripes before I was a teen.
Maybe 11 teen.
I need to find that photo.
I can remember hunting pheasants on Annicis Island cripes before I was a teen.
Maybe 11 teen.
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I would hop on my bike after school, with a 410 and a WW2 satchel slung over my shoulder with a box of shells, a snack, and a water bottle, then pedal out of town to some nearby land to which I had access. I would come back after dark with a mix batch of pheasant, partridge, mallards, and rabbits. Several times local city police or RCMP would offer me a ride home, only to make it easier for the kid carrying a gun and a stringer of birds. They never questioned the firearm, never asked to see my license, no concerns that there was anything unsafe about what I was doing. They just wanted to see what the kid bagged and talk hunting.
One morning in grade 8, I walked to school with my new Remington700 slung over a shoulder and the matching 870Wingmaster cradled across my arm, as one of the teachers asked me to bring them in to use in his Hunter Ed course. I was energetically greeted at the front door by a school administrator that was excited to see the 700; he had it shouldered and looking down the street. Two other teachers, both bird hunters, could not wait to see the Wingmaster. One was quickly cycling the action and leading a gull flying over us as we stood on the front steps of the school.
Imagine either of these scenarios playing out today.
One morning in grade 8, I walked to school with my new Remington700 slung over a shoulder and the matching 870Wingmaster cradled across my arm, as one of the teachers asked me to bring them in to use in his Hunter Ed course. I was energetically greeted at the front door by a school administrator that was excited to see the 700; he had it shouldered and looking down the street. Two other teachers, both bird hunters, could not wait to see the Wingmaster. One was quickly cycling the action and leading a gull flying over us as we stood on the front steps of the school.
Imagine either of these scenarios playing out today.
jlovie
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
I'm 45 now. When I started hunting at 15, I could walk from the cottage, down the road no more than 4km and back and get my limit of grouse and likely a couple rabbits. Now, I'm excited just to see a bird. I don't hunt them because of that anymore but my eyes sure do light up when 1 crosses the trail in front of me.
I hunted way back when .....
1) You had guns on a rack of an unlocked half ton that after a day in the field you could stop at a local watering hole and not worry about leaving it parked ( unlocked ) out front.
2) After harvest was done and if no cattle were out you could hunt any where you wanted and not offend or anger anyone
3) No cells, GPS, Quads etc...
4) The older kids at the school I worked at could bring their guns to school on the bus, leave them in the principals office, then pick them up after classes and go hunting
5) We got to use lead shot on water fowl.
and I could go on a lot longer
1) You had guns on a rack of an unlocked half ton that after a day in the field you could stop at a local watering hole and not worry about leaving it parked ( unlocked ) out front.
2) After harvest was done and if no cattle were out you could hunt any where you wanted and not offend or anger anyone
3) No cells, GPS, Quads etc...
4) The older kids at the school I worked at could bring their guns to school on the bus, leave them in the principals office, then pick them up after classes and go hunting
5) We got to use lead shot on water fowl.
and I could go on a lot longer
I started hunting so far back that shotgun shells were paper, #4 lead shot was considered almost too fine for upland game birds, and single shot guns were $14.95 in the big Eaton's fall catalogue, your choice of four gauges.
I started hunting so long ago that if you were out in the country there were continuous shots heard all through every fall day, morning till supper time. It was so long ago that you could go in the local hardware store and buy a couple of shotgun or centrefire rounds at a time from out of an open supply they kept behind the counter, and boxes of three lengths of .22 Whiz Bang ammo were sold in the restaurant at the edge of town.
Bobert1212
Regular
I was going to mention this one. Loved those metal tags!
