wow cover your ears!!!!! yeh try it today and they call out the National Guard.........

 

Quick call homeland security

 

I remember as a kid in the 60s,blasting stumps with my dad and his buddies at the duck club...Lol....making real big holes..probly get in trouble today

 

Bad enough outdoors,can't imagine indoors.

 

Steve, that's perceptive. My buddy's dad told the kids to cover their ears.

Bowmania

 

Our old science teacher showed us the difference in burning characteristics between black and smokeless powders by lighting each right in the auditorium. The smoke might still be hanging up there.

 

Black powder yeah...fun 10 years ...buckskinnin

 

friend of mine told me they used to take grill tanks and smaller propane bottles and bury them with a little bit exposed, crack it open some and shoot them, watch dirt fly.
we used to take cheap FULL carbonated soda cans and shoot them with .22s, there's a cheap explosion.

 

Add tanne-----rite

 

Shot a freon take once with mosin nagant 7.62x54 ,perty purple cloud..

 

I grew up in suburban Minneapolis and I used to drive to high school in my grandparents old car.

My senior year was 1989 and I planned to have study hall first hour in the fall because me and some buddies would hunt before school. My dad thought this was a

I didn’t want to leave my shotgun in my car, fearing that it would get stolen. I asked the principal if I could keep the gun in my locker.

He stated “will it fit” I said yeah if I take the barrel off. He said “ ok, but no ammo”.

I had an Ithaca Model 37 pump shotgun in my locker from September thru the end of December… and nobody cared.

Try that today… people had common sense but then. Not so sure common sense is that common anymore.

 

I grew up in suburban Minneapolis and I used to drive to high school in my grandparents old car.

My senior year was 1989 and I planned to have study hall first hour in the fall because me and some buddies would hunt before school. My dad thought this was a

I didn’t want to leave my shotgun in my car, fearing that it would get stolen. I asked the principal if I could keep the gun in my locker.

He stated “will it fit” I said yeah if I take the barrel off. He said “ ok, but no ammo”.

I had an Ithaca Model 37 pump shotgun in my locker from September thru the end of December… and nobody cared.

Try that today… people had common sense but then. Not so sure common sense is that common anymore.

Ok .you win lol

 

Ithica model 37 ,nice gun ...got dads 16 gauge

 

Because I am left handed it was perfect with the ejection port on the bottom. I have two companion 37/s 1 20 ga and 1 12 ga.

I purchased them with summer job money mowing grass. I don’t bird hunt anymore so they don’t get much use these days.

They are great guns, not the easiest to a complete full strip down for a cleaning however.

 

In about 1948-1949, my dad and mother were already divorced, a casualty of WW II. My dad decided to stay in the Air Force, another nail in his coffin. But he still loved me, and wanted to see me, so one day he flew down to the small airfield in Palestine Texas in his B-25. My mother gave him permission to spend the day with me. I was playing in the backyard of my grandfather's house, as always, when my mother called me, “Your dad's here to see you.” He had a car, probably borrowed from my grandmother, his mother. We drove out to the little airport, and I remember a crew standing around, one of them must have taken this photo, but I don't remember a crew in the airplane when we took off. Maybe I was just remembering him and nothing else, or maybe he took off the airplane by himself. Anyway, I remember circling around Palestine, Texas, and him pointing out the window to the home of my grandfather below. Later that day, I was back in my Grandfather's backyard playing again, the same as in the morning, as if nothing unusual had happened. I didn't see him much after that, and we never discussed that day. I never even mentioned it to my mother, as that was asking for problems I didn't need.

Over the years, I began to think it really didn't happen, but was just a daydream. Finally, I looked up my half-sister and brothers after my father had died, and became close with my half sister. I mentioned the experience to her one day, and wondered if it was real or just something I had imagined. She said, “it really happened, and I have a photo to prove it!” Which is the photo below.

 

Cool B25 Mitchel

 

My pop wasnt in WW2.but he flew,helicopters in Korea like on MASH

 

my Dad was in WW II, walked most of the way across France and Germany....and some in Belgium.

 

He was a hero..

 

Yes times have changed, from 3rd grade till 8th we would ride the school bus with .22 and once at school we took them to the principals office, after school we would go shoot prairie dogs till dark.
high school we had had rifles in the truck window, we would deer/antelope hunt before and after school.
Here’s one for the books, my brother (15) and I (13) wanted to camp and live off the land for a few weeks to see if we could do it, had a few days worth of food, dad dropped us off next to a section of river we knew, needless to say we ate but wasn’t like we planned lol. We made it two weeks and I’m sure our parents checked on us but never did see them if they did.
Try that now days will get reported as child neglect or get kidnapped by some weirdo.
Chad
Dave that is awesome.

 

Steve that’s very cool I have my dad’s doughboy soldiers handbook with his m1 grand dope in it.
One of these days I’ll get an m1 grand and see how far off his dope is from mine.
Chad

Great thread

 

Steve that’s very cool I have my dad’s doughboy soldiers handbook with his m1 grand dope in it.
One of these days I’ll get an m1 grand and see how far off his dope is from mine.
Chad

Great thread

Ol thumb smasher

 

I was told by one of my teachers that our school had a 22lr target shooting club that had competitions after school, she said kids would bring their rifles to school and keep them in their lockers. This a city about 45 miles west of Chicago. Different mentality back then.

 

High School in the late 60s, I requested a second floor locker, they were taller. In my locker was a target bow in the spring and in the fall a shotgun, my pearson Root recurve, my fly rod, my hunting clothes and a can of Balkan Sobrainie pipe tobacco. My locker was right next to the biology room and the biology teachers office. I always had a last period study hall in case it was a good hunting or fishing day and the the study hall teacher was always the biology teacher. At the beginning of study hall he would stand up and ask, "Brandes, are staying or going?" If I was staying, he would say 'you've got it', point at the desk for me to sit behind, get up and go down from the third floor straight to my locker, load his pipe with my Balkan Sobrainie tobacco and a couple of Field and Streams and head down town, one block, to Docs, for a beer.

 

CHAD, yeh my Dad loved the Garands. said they were great rifles, and they made some amazing shots with them. HEAVY things to think of packing everywhere.

 

When I was in the 8th grade my middle school sponsored a hunters safety class that was instructed by an indiana conservation officer. Me and my friends signed up and and at the end of the class we got an orange Indiana hunters safety program patch. We handled guns and ammo right in the classroom. I can’t imagine that any of that would ever fly today but of course that was 1979.

 

someone mentioned the Ithaca 37 and bottom-eject.
around 1959 I was 7 and Dad and I both got Winchester 55s, a single-shot semi-auto. yeh load from top, eject from slot in wood stock in bottom.
I was little and short arms, so my left hand held rifle at the ejection port, so when fired, the hot little brass burned my hand. fun memories. I did not let it stop me.

 

I went to a rural HS but it was pretty good size. During hunting season you could always see trucks in the parking lot with shot guns on gun racks. All the boys carried a pocket knife of some kind a lot had Skoal cans in their pockets. Nbd at all just common stuff back then. Heck I had a buddy that always carried a Buck folder in a leather belt sheath. Never had a shooting or stabbing. Different times for sure.

 

Of course that did not stop you Steve, or us, because we are men.

 

"manly men"