Hey Roccus,Did we grow up in the northern New York together or what. Your comments brought me back to my teens when I went hunting with my Gramps and my best fried up in the Adirondacks.Your comment about partridge brings back some great memories of thundering wings, feathers in your face and their amazing ability to put a tree in the way. Putting those things aside, they were great times and a real good meal. Now for wood cock, they are so darn fast. They gave you a chirpy skreetch, feathers in the face, straight up to the canopy and off they went. When you were lucky you got a few and that was about enough for a sandwich.Thanks for reminding me of the good old days when we all learned to hunt and create some great memoriesJohn
I think it's great that we veterans get respect these days, although I don't think all of us are heroes. If we were there wouldn't be stockades and Court Martial. What's sad is when my father came back from Vietnam he was instructed not to wear his uniform on a train or any other pubic transportation as he might get verbally or even physically assaulted if he was outnumbered. My how times have changed.
Lost a few friends in that fiasco two cousins did tours there and made it back. Shouldn't have been there in the first place. Almost went my lottery ball was #3 my year. Signed up, had my draft card and was ready to enlist in the Air Force then Nixon (my greatest president along with Reagan) stopped the draft. You did not want to be drafted back then it was not a good time to go in. Went to college to play football instead often wonder what would have happened if I had enlisted in the Air Force. I saw first hand how they were treated when they got back it was a disgrace. A low point in our history.
I saw first hand how they were treated when they got back it was a disgrace. A low point in our history.
Another thing that the was a disgrace about Vietnam was how people with connections didn't have to serve or get deployed to Vietnam. A lot of poor boys came back in coffins while the rich and connected stayed here. Some of those same people are all patriotic now. Easy to be patriotic when your butts not on the line.
only in spirit, we grew up in a time when young boys hunted and fished ( I trapped as well), and when they weren't hunting and fishing , they were thinking about hunting and fishing.. I grew up along the banks of the concord river in Chelmsford, back then it was all farms and fields, with dense canopy and alder tangles along the river...I wasted a lot of shot on those screeching puffballs that never fly straight...Dad taught me to reload my own shells, he gave me a .25 bounty on wood chucks and crows, that is how I funded my escapades( and with my fur money) I gave my grandson my old single shot 20 gauge Stevens, best upland bird ( and squirrel) gun I ever owned. Killed a lot of deer with it too...for a small gauge gun that thing kicked like a mule..
Good stuff, Stealth! I have a lot of respect for your father and uncle.