To me the 50's and 60's were more fun and interesting hunting times. It was more relaxed and more about family hunting.

Season use to open Nov. 16, no matter what day it was and we were taken out of school.

Remember Nov 16, 1959, it snowed the night before opening morning. The lease my father was on, they will 18 bucks that day.

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Not a bad idea but mine would span about 50 years into mid 70s during Polaroid days if we even took any photos. My recollections mostly reside in Mi cabeza and with those still on this side of the ground.

Tyler Cannon did what to that deer?

I would consider not limiting to youth experiences but any memory of past hunts. It may end up mostly about youth but I wouldn’t limit to that. My two cents.

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LOL I think back to my youth and deer camp / hunting as times when I froze my tail off, both sleeping and hunting, never heard of insulated clothes, mainly army surplus wool overcoat, wool socks and lace up work boots. I was about 10 years old when the local clothing/shoe store got Redwing boots and the first insulated boots I had ever seen but my dad wasn't going to pay for those as I would outgrow them before deer season was over.

.... deer were plentiful but not much bigger than a jack rabbit, hunting was almost work as there were no nice enclosed blinds, no feeders, most didn't have 4 wheel drive and especially no buggies/UTVs. Processors were us, no commercial type outfits. I still remember the first cold storage was an old Superior Dairies milk Box truck with a shot engine parked by a feed store and the guy charged $1 a day per deer.

I don't have rosier lens from back in those days, it was almost brutal but I still loved it. The camaraderie was definitely much higher within my dad's hunting circles ... food was great too and where I learned how to cook since the rule around camp was you either cook or clean up.

Late 70’s if it was wet, my mom gave me freezer bags to put over my socks to keep my feet dry, never had gloves or blinds/feeders, my dad just dropped me off somewhere in the pasture and he drove off to check cattle/fences, my first feeder was a baseball helmet wired to a tree with a cup of corn put in it couple times a week