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I remember getting out of my truck to put it in 4 wheel drive.
I remember when nobody needed emotional support water bottles and nobody seemed to die from dehydration.
I remember hunting with 3 wheelers, instead of 4 wheelers. That Honda 250 was a lot of fun.
...in a 66 Mustang.I remember when first base was a home run.
89' old enough to know better but drunk as a skunk...racing around at 2am on a January full moon , some ranch half way down Paradise Valley, rolled it and only broke a few toes.3 wheelers ripping around my buddies hog and corn farm. 10 year olds and no helmets!
My wife looked at me like I had committed a crime when I sent my son to preschool with a Gatorade bottle full of water.Not that being hydrated is a bad thing, but everyone and their brother carrying water bottles is a marketing wet dream.
89' old enough to know better but drunk as a skunk...racing around at 2am on a January full moon , some ranch half way down Paradise Valley, rolled it and only broke a few toes.
No kidding.Glad only the toes took a hit and your still posting!
I remember when a crazy dude from Idaho ran it…… there was plenty of non-hunting stuff, lots of dust ups, whitty banter, but thicker skin and no hurt-feeling police. Miss those days.I remember when HuntTalk was about hunting stories and hunting related topics.
This! Pretty standard practice when I was a kid, me and my best bud who lived on a ranch 8 miles south, would take off hiking Saturday am towards each other. We’d be gone in the hills all day. No gps, no phones, no worry if we were trespassing. Just living the best life a young guy could. Fishing, shooting, once we got old enough-hunting. Sucks that kids now will never know that.I remember my mother packing a couple lunches for me and my friend, driving us to the hardware store for a couple boxes of 22 shells, and then driving us about ten miles out of town and dropping us off. we wouldn't get back until sundown, out of shells every time.
No kidding! I didn’t know I needed anything but a .270 till I was 30!Simple rifles. Simple bullets. And they worked. mtmuley
Yes!The only camo we had was military surplus. Jeans and flannel before that.
You got off easy! All of our neighbor’s kids broke their legs on those things.89' old enough to know better but drunk as a skunk...racing around at 2am on a January full moon , some ranch half way down Paradise Valley, rolled it and only broke a few toes.
I know.You got off easy! All of our neighbor’s kids broke their legs on those things.