Guys I have to tell you that Monty Python has forever ruined black and red buffalo plaid for me.  Buts thats OK.

I kind of lump black and red plaid into a pile with licenses that you wear on your back.  That is to say that I think of them as a NE tradition and they have very little to do with my individual hunting tradition.  Old soft flannel shirts are the closest thing to that image that generally showed up in a southern deer camp during my life time.  The few times that I ever saw anyone in a plaid wool jacket  it was pretty obvious that "they weren't from around here."  

Interesting thoughts, George.  So much of what we associate with different activities is based on our individual experiences. It is always interesting to hear what other people perceive.

gregg....incidentally, we still have to wear those back tags here in Pennsylvania.  Here is mine from this year; the holder is from the 70's.
If you'll notice, the handle for my file is covered with a worn out shooting glove finger. Yep....I'm cheap.      


 

Well said George.  It's the simple things in life.

I always love the bow that has a well worn handle. It leaves me thinking of all the places that it must have traveled. Did it take the life from a bird, rabbit or a majestic buck? It's fun to travel to those places in your mind. Imagining the smell of wet leaves or feel the warmth of a fire after a cold day in the woods.


Even if it just sat in a basement or attic, think of all the toys, Christams, Easter or even Halloween things it may have shared company with over the years.

It can sit there for 20 yrs and then a young kid sees it and is fascinated by the possibilities it holds. Suddenly, after all that time it has a new life in the hands of a young boy. He might find a makeshift string and some arrows that "must" go with it over in the corner. Next thing you know he is shooting at a target or maybe some unsuspecting bird. Testing out his prowess as an "indian" or hunter. He doesn't need to know what other eople think of hunting because something inside him takes over. He finds himself stalking a squirrel or bird and an instinct wakes up deep inside. He is a hunter in its purest sense because the world has not cast its shadow over him yet.

There was a bow like that in my basement growing up, but I was never allowed to touch it. So, I guess that's why when I see that bow, arrow and glove, I wish I was that little boy again.

Thanks George.

-Charlie

Thanks George!  I needed that.  

I kind of feel sorry for those that saw the picture as hunting past.

And not Present and Future.

It reminded me of Fred Bear almost instantly. After looking at it a while it reminded me that I want to hunt with one of those old late 50s kodiaks one day.

Dang! If you guys were as romantic towards your women as it appears you are towards your archery, you'd never get a chance to go hunting!

I bow hunted in Pennsylvania two years, George and have my back tags as tokens of the hunt.  I really enjoyed the experience.

They sell those holders at Gander Mountain in Ocala, Florida.  My guess is that they won't have to reorder.  

I see Glenn St. Charles. In the color pictures at the end of Bows on the Little Delta there are a couple pictures of Glenn wearing a shirt like that.

a peacefull time

   

Good stuff right there, thanks for the post George!!!!!!!

Someone who knows what he likes. He's tried all the gee whiz stuff, but he keeps going back to the tried and true things that have served him well.

a TBM cover in the making.