Are you sure there were less hunters? The R3 Pimps keep telling us we need more hunters and numbers a plummeting.....
P.s. that looks like a torture device
In the 70's- far less hunters Today- not so much.
Are you sure there were less hunters? The R3 Pimps keep telling us we need more hunters and numbers a plummeting.....
P.s. that looks like a torture device
Now I know where kifaru got the idea for the new Ark frame, I guess they did add a hip belt, nation of wimps!The good ol days there seemed to more game and definitely less hunters. But what stand out in mind was packing quarters (no one seemed to bone out meat way back when) on a WWII packboard really sucked- no waist belt, no padding in the shoulder straps- hard to describe the suck involved w/ 80-100 lbs on these frames!
These days are NOT the good ol days. I fully expect to look back on these years as relatively poor.@cnelk , start us off. Not calling you old or anything, just seasoned!
Can I put in with you this year?!?!Fast forward to now, I've drawn extra cow tags almost every year for the last decade.
Absolutely! Hunts like that, it’s good to have company!Can I put in with you this year?!?!
Absolutely! Hunts like that, it’s good to have company!
That’s always a bonus!I have two teenage sons that love to pack meat also!!
When my dad was a kid they did deer drives with dogs. 2 buck tags per hunter, a couple of guys would climb in trees they pruned in the summer then the other guys and dogs would drive through the brush patches. I was told the most exciting part was when the dogs would start barking and you could hear them get louder as they got closer and closer, then it was time to start shooting at a deer running through the brush with a dog on his heels.These days are NOT the good ol days. I fully expect to look back on these years as relatively poor.
My good ol days were in N Minnesota on a Sunday during deer season in the 70s.
We would get about 15 guys together and make a few deer drives.
Hardly anyone had a scoped rifle. 30-30 Winchesters and Marlins were the guns of choice.
At the end of the day we had truckloads of deer. And the best part was nobody was shot or got lost.