Post by: WapitiTalk1 on May 10, 2015, 08:46:30 PM
Post by: wadu1 on May 10, 2015, 09:30:37 PM
Post by: pd on May 10, 2015, 09:33:44 PM
If you are really nostalgic, you can have it. :o
Post by: Karl Blanchard on May 10, 2015, 10:03:07 PM
Post by: kentrek on May 10, 2015, 10:56:39 PM
I clearly remember the days of plastic bread sacks over home made knit socks to keep my feet dry and reasonably warm in a cheap pair of sorrels in the MT snow. Tell us a story ;)
Holy smokes...while On my first big wilderness elk hunt way back in 2003, my dad ran into a guy on the pct that was using that set up....wool socks, bread sacks, canvas high tops...
Didn't think many people did that
Post by: jeffitz on May 11, 2015, 07:53:29 PM
Post by: coachcw on May 11, 2015, 09:19:01 PM
Coach should chime in soon. He's old :chuckle:I'm a kid compared to some on here..... let me say the old days where, crappy boots Levis and old army jackets.....Best part is they are gone lol. I've learned through the school of hard knocks. We have trophy bulls and quality gear now days .. 100 lb bows and 8mm ma users have been traded for binary cam 60 lbs bows and hi performance 6.5 calibers. I remember being cold as hell and seeing small bulls. The one thing about the old days was familly and friends the best of memories for me where as a kid being one of the guys in camp .no cell phones and GPS just north south and a peanut butter and jelly in my crappy littlepack. One time we built a army street her into a gear hauler with a cooler and five gallons of water. About seven miles in it broke...that's where camp was lol. Oh yeah the good old days !
Post by: kentrek on May 11, 2015, 09:51:07 PM
We have trophy bulls and quality gear now days ..
One of the ol timers I elk hunt with in idaho constantly reminds us that we are living the glory days for elk....mule deer on the other hand sure seems to be a different story
the old stories of what idaho mule deer used to be back in the 70s.......I can only dream
Post by: 2MANY on May 12, 2015, 08:33:57 AM
Post by: BNAElkhntr on May 12, 2015, 08:54:38 AM
Remember when hunter orange wasnt required? My dad always had me wear red anyway though.I Still Have the Red plaid (Elmer Fudd) Coat and Pants made by Filson bought in early 70's from neighbor with countless Lawn Mowings Wish it could find a good Home
Post by: bigbeamhunter on May 12, 2015, 10:14:41 AM
and the elk and deer died the same as they do now.
Post by: Nice Racks on May 12, 2015, 11:14:47 AM
Post by: hunterofelk on May 12, 2015, 11:21:07 AM
Post by: Shawn Ryan on May 12, 2015, 12:58:59 PM
I still have the "key" from the kippered snack tin on the day we forgot our spoons in camp; we used the keys to eat the fish from the tins. We had just sneaked into some elk on top of the ridge 1,000' above Crooked Creek. We could hear the elk walking and milling around, but never saw them in the thick brush. They finally bailed over the rimrock in a place I was glad we didn't follow.
Rubber pack boots, over-sized military wool pants cinched with a belt, green military wool shirt, green military parka, and military leather gloves over wool liners where what kept me mostly warm and dry. And a Baltimore Colts tassle-ball topped stocking cap. (Johnny Unitas was better than Bart Starr.)
The outfitter, Slim, gave my Dad he!! a couple times for taking us two young boys in there without a wood stove and wall tent and growled that he'd have to pack us out later when we finally figured out we were in over our heads. Then he'd spit tobacco from atop his saddle and glare at my Dad. By the end of the week Slim decided we were OK because one of his wranglers had seen us on top of Moore Flat in mid-day, trudging through the snow, many miles from camp. Slim told me I was a tough little SOB and told my Dad we were all "alright." That was a high compliment coming from the always-swearing, hard working, hard as an anvil Slim. Slim was a tough SOB, as well, so respect from him was hard-earned.
This coming September, I'm taking my 78 year old Dad back to Lick Creek, on the edge of the Wenaha Wilderness. He won't be lugging a 70# pack 1,000' down to the creek bottom, but I know he'll tell some stories sitting around the camp stove. I might even still learn something from him.
Post by: Pete112288 on May 12, 2015, 01:23:28 PM
I Still Have the Red plaid (Elmer Fudd) Coat and Pants made by Filson bought in early 70's from neighbor with countless Lawn Mowings Wish it could find a good Home
If your trying to give it away let me know, I embrace the "Elmer Fudd" look haha
Post by: Elknut1 on May 12, 2015, 07:14:06 PM
Heck, I too can recall when we would bivy in & not be worth more than two hundred dollars for everything on us! I mean from boots to packs to bows! -- Nowadays a guy in the woods is worth 3,000 to 7,000 dollars when you think of the boots, packs, sitka gear, binos, GPS, fancy compound, etc. Yes sir things have really changed from 1970 when we would hit the woods without a care in the world & minimum gear, weight was not a factor as long as it fit the bill! (grin) Yes sir those days have un-matchable memories I'll cherish forever with family & friends!
ElkNut1
Post by: willapawapiti on May 12, 2015, 08:53:06 PM
Post by: coachcw on May 12, 2015, 08:58:25 PM