Thought I would share some old hunting photos and story of my father and his buddies.
He and a friend took two old school buses and turned them into campers back in the 60's. They were pretty nice inside.
Every fall in the mid to late 60's and early to mid 70's they would load up 6 or 7 of their buddies in each bus and go out near Craig Colorado and spend two weeks hunting Mule deer. They were friends with a rancher out there and stayed on his spread every year.
They would pull an old jeep and later a Bronco and Ford truck for use once they arrived.
One thing I remember vividly is most of them shot 30-06 or 300 mag rifles. My father was a smaller guy and didn't like the recoil. One year he took a model 70 .243 and they all made fun of him for his pea shooter. He dropped a large mule deer at about three hundred yards and the next year they all had .243, .270 or similar lighter kicking flat shooting rifles. They and the rancher have all been gone for 30 - 40 years, but I still remember it vividly.
When they got back home the families would all get together at one of the guys large garages and they would hang / skin the deer and tell stories about the hunt.
Those were better times.
He and a friend took two old school buses and turned them into campers back in the 60's. They were pretty nice inside.
Every fall in the mid to late 60's and early to mid 70's they would load up 6 or 7 of their buddies in each bus and go out near Craig Colorado and spend two weeks hunting Mule deer. They were friends with a rancher out there and stayed on his spread every year.
They would pull an old jeep and later a Bronco and Ford truck for use once they arrived.
One thing I remember vividly is most of them shot 30-06 or 300 mag rifles. My father was a smaller guy and didn't like the recoil. One year he took a model 70 .243 and they all made fun of him for his pea shooter. He dropped a large mule deer at about three hundred yards and the next year they all had .243, .270 or similar lighter kicking flat shooting rifles. They and the rancher have all been gone for 30 - 40 years, but I still remember it vividly.
When they got back home the families would all get together at one of the guys large garages and they would hang / skin the deer and tell stories about the hunt.
Those were better times.