As you grow older, you begin to recognize that very simple things begin to mean a lot to you, like old photos of people and times that have long since passed. And that is never more true than old photos of family and friends engaged in the sport they passed down to us, either directly, or just through the DNA we share.
This is an old photo taken during the early 1940's that shows my grandfather standing behind a line of foxhounds after a fox hunt in East Texas. There were no deer in East Texas at the time, which left fox hunting as something men loved to do. The kid holding the hound on the right is my uncle. His two brothers, my dad and Uncle Raymond, were both serving their country in WWII. Raymond never returned from that war, having been killed in Baton, Philippines in the months after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
What is your oldest hunting photo that you might wish to share?