I grew up deer hunting, first with my Dad just for an afternoon. Later I got my own “stand” at Uncle Adolf’s place. I had the campfire. Uncle Adolf, my Dad and Uncle Andrew and various cousins would show up to check on me and warm up their sandwiches in the fire. At the end of the day Dad would show up and unload my rifle and count the bullets…you only got so many. Even with the shotgun I got three shots that’s it.
One year..I was old enough to have a Driver’s License and I was supposed to drive back into the farmhouse with Dad’s pickup…not sure why? I cased my rifle and put it in the bed of the pickup. Along the way I ran onto my cousin Hilda who was hunting squirrels. I asked her if she wanted a ride..she did so she put her 22 in a case in the back of the truck.
I didn’t drive very far when a Game Warden stopped us. The questions began. He checked my license and questioned Hilda at length about small game. Then he wanted to see our weapons..fine…the only thing is they were loaded. (Ditzy girl hunters anyways.) He gave us tickets and took our guns. Oh boy…we had to show up at his office in Park Rapids a few days later with a parent. He let us off easy with a warning and gave us our guns back. He said “I hate to discourage young ladies from hunting…but next time unload your guns” Ya…thank goodness we got off without a fine and the rifle I was using was my Mothers…I knew it would be back to the old shotgun for me.
In later years I would hunt with Far Guy. We loved to be in the woods and we appreciated the venison. Now we live in the woods and I hunt only with my camera.
Me and my Dad’s deer during hunting season about 1953.