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patea

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LAST EDITED ON Jan-25-17 AT 06:43AM (MST)[p]both my grandfathers were avid sportsman and farmers, i spent my youth riding a combine with 410 or 22 waiting for rabbits to run out as we cut beans so i could shoot at them. spent countless hours holding squirrels,rabbits,coons, feet so they could skin them. one day game warden pulled up we had nine squirrels and limit was eight. warden went back to his truck to call in on radio and grandpa threw squirrel under truck. game warden came back and counted squirrels,now we were legal. he searched and finally found squirrel and went to search inside of our truck. we were standing at tailgate so gramps throes different squirrel way out into briar patch. game warden quits digging in our truck comes back to tailgate we are legal again warden can't find this one. long story short gramps gets ticket but goes to court, no evidence so no fine. i don't promote poaching but we didn't have 500 bucks for one extra squirrel. was kinda funny and those memories are all i have left of him. he took me hunting thousands of times and is the reason i hunt today. younger generation only hunts on video games. y'all have any funny stories of older generation
 
Patea,

Thanks for sharing. Most of the people on this sight would advocate prison time for your grandpa and burning his house down. When he got out of prison they would spend the rest of their lives making sure he didn't have a job. His hunting license would be suspended for ten years also.

I personally am glad you have those great memories of your grandpa. Many of mine are much the same as yours. I used to ride the combine also. I can remember my grandpa telling me when deer season opened ON HIS LAND. :D I can remember watching him clean cottontails faster than anyone I know can clean a dove. He would literally squeeze them so hard all the guts would shoot out there butt hole. Everything was about getting meat or making sure some other critter wasn't getting at his future meat. He was crazy deadly with rifles. Old El Paso fixed power Weaver scopes on each one. Rifles that long range shooters would make fun of today, he would pick up and kill a running coyote 400 yards away. He could judge distance just with his eyes and the wind by the feel on his ears all in a split second and kill like lightning. Ain't too many of those fellas left. A rifle was a tool they survived with. A pocket knife was way more important than any smart phone.

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I never had a hunting mentor growing up. I just took to it as a kid for some reason. I read a lot of Outdoor Life magazines and Jack London, I guess. I only hunted a couple times with my Dad, and his heart really wasn't in it.

I met a pretty girl in high school (now my wife) and her Dad was a hunter and her grandpa, John Ford, was a government trapper/hunter. For me it didn't get any better than that.

My father-in-law told the story about the time the warden showed up at their house when he was a kid. The warden had heard that the Ford boys had poached a deer.

John called the boys over and asked if it was true? "No Sir, we didn't shoot a deer" The warden said "I think your boys are lying, John"

John punched the warden in the face and sent him sprawling on the ground. The warden got up, jumped in his truck and left without another word. That was the end of that.
 
Cool old time story about your Gramps. I would disagree on the younger generation only hunting on video games though, at least in my area. Hunter safety classes are booked 2-3 months in advance, 20-30 kids in each class all up and down the wasatch front.


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Long live Utah!
 
Great story. I am sure I would have loved to be around your grandpa. Cherish those memories, but do all you can to make them with your family's next generations.
 
I had an Uncle that took me deer hunting alot as a kid.....whenever he got one we'd put it in the back of the truck and tie one end of a long string to it's antler and the other end of the string to the tag and leave the tag on the seat of the truck so he could punch it if we got pulled over....he'd say...california law says attach tag to antler, it don't say anything about how long a string to use....

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- H.L. Mencken, the Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920
 
here in mississippi its different than out west,we have a lot of thick woods and a lot of whitetails. the law is a doe a day on private land if u want to shoot them. i live just across the river in louisiana where i was raised. my grandfather had seven kids , my dad was the oldest and they shot deer for food period. they took deer meat sandwiches to school every day because it was all they had and raised a truck patch(large garden) and sold produce in town. i would ride in back of the truck and peddle watermelons to the people in town. minorities always had cash at certain time of the month cause thats when their welfare check came in. it comes to them on a debit card today. we had no cash until we got through selling what we had grown. i was only grandkid that came along in time to see it and i won't forget it believe me. we also hunted year round for rabbits,squirrels ,hogs,ducks,etc. my grandfather knew every game warden here and they all knew everything was being eaten so it wasn't much of a problem.
 
Yes back in the 60's things was different by HUGE lot.
Back then it was "If I was going to feed them My kids was going to eat them". Most of the farmers that we knew never had a license, But just about all the kids in his family sure did.
As a farm kid I sure got tried of eating chicken.

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