Humor - Reloading as we old guys did it !

[GeoDudeFlorida]

What about the kerosene lantern to get to the outhouse? Glad when we got a flashlight.

No joke!

My mom’s brother taught me how to reload - and how to hunt. We were out - he and I and two of his boys, the middle two - down near the Lake Okeechobee, hunting and maybe we all lost track of time… fortunately my uncle had a very powerful flashlight. Unfortunately, a game warden saw the beam. When he asked my uncle why he had a flashlight if we were out hunting legally, he said, “So the boys can find a place to go. Nothing worse than stepping in the last guy’s business on the way to do your own.”
Now, I’m not saying that game warden actually bought that line - or that we were doing something wrong - but I will admit that hadn’t occurred to me (at all of ten years old) until right then.
But I haven’t forgotten about it since.

 

[1976B.L.Johns.]

My mom’s brother

two of his boys

Your uncle and cousins?
Sorry, couldn't help myself.
You know, humor?

 

[Heir Kommt Die Sonne]

The good old days of reloading, when there wasn't any. Pouring straight powder into the chamber, folowed by a cloth patch and ball.

The civilized days.

 

[GeoDudeFlorida]

Your uncle and cousins?
Sorry, couldn't help myself.
You know, humor?

Sure but I had three uncles - only one from my mom’s side of the family - and more cousins than I can count. On dad’s side, eldest uncle is antigun and the other is fine with him having guns but thinks everyone else is too irresponsible to be allowed to have one. Antigun uncle taught me bow and how to fish with a cast net. He’s not anti hunting, he just doesn’t think guns are useful. We haven’t talked much since I was about 14.

 

[doubleh]

I had four uncles on both sides of the family. All on my mother's side lived far away so we saw them very little. One was a crusty old mountain man that lived way back in the woods of far northern NM and had a one man saw mill and was a hunting guide during seasons. I have a picture of him as a guide for four Texas oil men. He is wearing a beat up black cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy boots. and a flannel shirt with a denim coat. Two of the oil guys were semi dudes from Midland, TX and were wearing small hats, semi dress jackets, and kacki pants. The two from Houston, Tx were full on properly dressed for hunting city slickers. High topped lace up boots over their pants, fancy coats, and caps. On my father's side no one was an anti but only had guns for pest control except the youngest that saw the end of WW II in Germany and came home with a purple heart. He was a gun nut for that time and was the one that got me headed down that expensive road. All are long gone now and I am the oldest remaining cousin with the family surname.