i'm not an ol' fella (not yet!)

but i can remember being in high school during hunting season. on days where i'd be going hunting at my cousins place after school (14 years old, i was) with a note from my parents i could bring my 870 in a duffle bag, along with waders, shells and such, leave it in the principals office, and pick it up and ride the bus to his house!

IMAGINE THAT SCENARIO, NOWADAYS!!!

later on when i started driving, my first car was a 1970 mercury marquis convertable. 429 SCJ fast as heck, big as the QE2. there was no room in the back seat, cause there were always a few dozen decoys, waders, etc.. crammed back there. i could leave the top down with my shotgun under the seat and nobody would touch anything...

another time i gypped school, and had the best morning EVER on the river, i mean ducks were just begging me to take 'em. i HAD to bring my limit to the school to show my buddy. well i walked right down the hall to the class he was in( muddy waders and all) and waved for him to come out. he told the teacher he had to take a leak and when he saw how good i did, he hopped right in the car and i took him to the blind for the afternoon flight.
Next day in school, the principal wanted to know where he went to. John told him the truth , and the principal said "days like that don't come by very often. how many did you get?"

it's not like we were in the middle of nowhere population 300, we're in a pretty decent sized town

damn. i miss those days.

-take care,
moose