I remember when..... Simpler times

[MnFn]

Herter's catalog was a favorite when I was young.  So many cool things in there for a kid to dream about.

[Pine]

Riding my bicycle ( coaster brake ) two miles to town so I could get the bait and tackle shop guy to replace a nock on one of my arrows. Mid 1960s.

[Terry Green]

Chuck, sent you an email as I don't do PMs. 

[BUCKY]

Shooting deer from 10' up using deer me rope on tree steps and a loc on spirit tree stand.

[Roy from Pa]

Bucky, I see you figured it out..

[Terry Green]

I remember saving up for a year to buy a Case black handled fixed blade at the western auto. It was on display in the window, and I just couldn't take it. I was so happy the day that I finally bought it.

[woodchucker]

Still have it Terry? I'm sure we could all create another huge thread "I wish I still had...."

[woodchucker]

I remember when the hardest part of finding a new bowstring, was knowing the length and weight of your bow
Rows of tubes of endless loop bowstrings at the sporting goods/hardware store!! Even if you didn't...?
Just tell the guy behind the counter, "I need a new string for my 45# Ben Pearson Hunter" and he would walk over and pick one out for you. The right one!!! 

[woodchucker]

Speaking of strings.... I had never seen a flemish twist string until I joined Trad Gang in 2004

[Wudstix]

I remember hunting in the same camo heavy shirt for years.  Used burnt cork as face black.

[woodchucker]

Yeah Mike, and it came off easier than that goop in the tube, or that stuff we had in the Corp!!

[woodchucker]

I remember one October morning years ago... It was around 1980? (ish) My future brother in-law, his youngest brother and I, all drove up to Schoharie County to hunt the mountain behind my Uncles house. After a 2 hour drive, we arrived a little after daybreak. We climbed up the ridge behind my uncle's house. There were 3 log roads that led up the mountain. One that followed the top of the ridge, and another each, on the front and back side. The top of the mountain was an old long gone farm, and overgrown pasture fields, a long with a large patch of white pines, planted by the CCC many years before. Like many mountains, it was covered with large rocks and ledges, and some boulders as big as cars. The basic game plan was to stillhunt up the mountain until we got to the top, then find a rock to sit on, somewhere near the field edge. Basically a walk,sit,walk,sit, kinda hunting plan. When the sun started to go down, we would head out into the field and kinda try to hunt each other up! Kinda a wing it kinda hunt....
I made it up to the edge of the field, and me plan was to stillhunt my way around the edge of the field until I made it up to "split rock". It was a huge rock that had been split by Mother Nature probably thousands of years ago, and there was a 5-6 foot gap between the 2 pieces. This was the spot where we always met during the gun season, and my uncle always told me "if a man sits here all day, he's gonna kill a deer"
As I was still hunting my way around the field edge, something caught my eye.... It was another bowhunter!
I honestly thought that we were alone on the mountain? I quietly walked up to him, and said "Good morning"
He was an older man, about 60? He was sitting on a rock, wearing green wool pants, a red & black Mackinaw, and a red & black Jones style hat. On his lap, was a Bear Kodiak Magnum, Nocked on the string, was a beautifully crested wood arrow fletched with 2 natural barred hen feathers and a red barred cock feather, and tipped with a (unknown to me at the time) huge Ben Pearson DeadHead. On his back,was a beautiful leather quiver, with about a half dozen beautiful feathered shafts... He told me that he had seen a doe and 2 fawns, but not close enough for a shot. We bid each other "Good Luck" and I continued up to split rock....
I remember thinking to myself... I have just met a REAL Bowhunter