Down memory lane - remembering your Dad

[allen newell]

When it comes to hunting and dog handling I remember that whether my Dad was field trialing his best setter, Skyrocket's Ruff Grouse, or bird hunting, that he never went outdoors without wearing a tie, his hat and A&F hunting coat. Just classic. Here he is with Ruff and a few of his Setter Club of New England friends back in the day (early 1950's) . Mike Seminatore and Eddie Frizella may be in this pic. I think this was taken at the old Foss Farm.

What do you gents remember?

[Steve Cambria]

Great stuff Allen, love those classic red/green plaid 40's + 50's pics! Was Eddie, Richie Frisella's dad (former owner of Peacedale, RI )?

[Dave Noreen]

I know most of you have seen this before, but this is the only hunting picture I have of my Father and Grandfather with neckties.

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Usually things looked more like this --

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[allen newell]

Yes he was. I remember my mom taking my brother and i to the Foss Farm for the field trials there. The ladies would prepare picnic meals. It was a great time for my brother and I. Funny that as i get older these fond memories come flooding back. I find myself more meloncolie these days. In the early to mid 50's there was a tv program called "I Remember Mama". Well, I remember Dad. Unfortunately, we lost him at age 54 to ALS. Horrible disease.
Im rambling too much so i will get off now

[John Dallas]

My first hunting trip. Chester River, Eastern Shore, Maryland. Footwear compliments of WWII Army Air Corps Bombers

[allen newell]

These are great memories!!
Come on gents. Dig into your family albums post the pics and tell us what you remember..

[Tom Hawkins]

My grandfather, great uncle, dad, and uncle after a Western Oklahoma quail hunt along the Canadian River.

[Phil Yearout]

I don't have one hunting pic of my dad; sure wish I did :envy:.

[Mark Ray]

Just don't seem to have many hunting photos of Dad. He was always taking them of my Brother and I. But here is one of Dad from surf fishing camp on Padre Island National Seashore in about 1974. I was obsessed with shark fishing, and Dad would set me up several hundred yards down current from his camp because he didn't like the bloody shark baits near his long rods!! that old Jeep wagon made many a hunting and fishing trip in my youth! Wish I still had it.

[John Dallas]

Glad his hand is shown with palm out. If it was reversed, it means something entirely different. Just ask Winston Churchill

[allen newell]

Phil, pics aren't the only thing....you have memories....and they last

[todd allen]

I don't have any pics of my Dad hunting, but fortunately do have some of my grandparents on mom's side.
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Here's a vintage pic of my grandparents (center) after a California hunt

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Don't have Dad hunting pics, but here's one with my wife and I taking a break after a morning dove shoot

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[Todd Poer]

These are some great old pics. What I find awesome is the old style 16 to 18 inch tall laced leather boots. I don't even know who makes those anymore. Don't have any pics nostalgia pics of family hunting. But do have one taken in front of old family cabin from hills near Caney Kentucky. Cabin is gone but still own the land that is being timbered this year. First time since 1950's When as kid we used to hunt it and neighbors property for grouse and had some success. Now it was covered up with deer and turkey's. In a couple of years hopefully it will be incredible since neighbors are also cutting timber.

[Mark Ray]

Glad his hand is shown with palm out. If it was reversed, it means something entirely different. Just ask Winston Churchill

Yeah John,

It was 1974, and I think that it was a "homage" to Tricky Dick, who was at the time in the throes of impeachment...

[Russell E. Cleary]

Those are super photos of ancestors with guns. All of you are very fortunate to have those.

I wish I could recover in the piles of retained “family stuff” the hazy snapshot I saw many years ago that depicted my relatives posing with hounds and guns. When I showed it to a surviving aunt to narrow down the identities, without hesitation she said, “they used to hunt foxes up in Dublin”. (“Dublin” was the unofficial name of an Irish-émigré enclave in the woods and granite-quarrying section of Lanesville, on Cape Ann, Massachusetts.)

Yes, they had hounds, but did not RIDE to hounds.

My father hunted Pheasant and waterfowl with his four Parker guns, but I have not been able to come up with a single photo of him with one of the guns or even in a hunting setting. I do have a photo of him as a budding outdoorsman which I post below, alongside a 700-plus pound Giant Bluefin Tuna he harpooned in Ipswich Bay in 1934 at age 17.

Todd: The third one of yours with you and your wife taking a break from Dove shooting does not feature a gun, but what a profile! And, I don’t mean yours.

[Dean Romig]

When I showed it to a surviving aunt to narrow down the identities, without hesitation she said, “they used to hunt foxes up in Dublin”. (“Dublin” was the unofficial name of an Irish-émigré enclave in the woods and granite-quarrying section of Lanesville, on Cape Ann, Massachusetts.)

Russ, some friends and I used to swim in those flooded quarries (as I recall, they were in Rockport) back in the 60's. We would dive off the lower cliffs but the higher ones were over 60 feet above the water.





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[Dean Romig]

And as Allen says, I don't have but a couple of pictures of my Dad hunting or in hunting garb, but I certainly do have the memories!

Dad wasn't a bird hunter but enjoyed deer hunting with his pals in Vermont. I was invited to deer camp with them in about '61 or '62 and have been going back as often an I can.
I hunt grouse, woodcock, turkeys, and deer from that same camp to this day, hosted by the same family Dad was introduced to back in '53. They're all gone and now I'm the old man in camp these days.





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[Dave Sizemore]

Southpaw... are you talking about Caney in Morgan County?

[Todd Poer]

Yep.

[Dennis E. Jones]

My Dad has been gone fifty years now and I still miss him especially this time of year, deer and duck season. Don't have too many pictures of him and none I can think of regarding hunting, wish I did. I remember going with him when he went deer hunting and there was no one to watch me, I was three or maybe four at that time, the late forty's. He left me in the car, a Hudson, and told me to stay in the car he would not be gone long. He wasn't out of sight when a buck jumped up and he shot it. I can remember him dragging it back to the car and putting it in the trunk. What I would give for a picture of that.

Our younger son, a career Marine, came home for deer season this year to spend time with us in the woods. He said it had been 19 years since he was home to hunt with us, where has the time gone.

The wife and I have tried to take lots of hunting pictures to pass on to our kids and their kids.

[allen newell]

Dean, those quarries had stolen cars dumped in them. They were dangerous places to dive into.

[Russ Jackson]

Here is a Picture of Dad hunting ,sitting in the Back Corner of my 5 Acre Field ,I could drive the Jeep right up to our spot ! As you can see I stash my Building supplies there and they make a Handy Shooting bench for an Elderly Gentleman ! Dad is carrying his Pre 64 Model 70 Feather Weight Chambered in 270 which is now mine ! Little did we know this would be his last Whitetail hunt ! He is in his early eighties here and at this point in his life never stopped talking ,I remember saying to him Dad you are never going to kill a Buck today if we don't stop laughing and carrying on ,it didn't matter ! We saw a handful of Deer and a beautiful Red Fox this particular day and had quite a Good Time of it !

[Dean Romig]

Dean, those quarries had stolen cars dumped in them. They were dangerous places to dive into.

An acquaintance of mine in high school, a disturbed individual, drove a ‘54 Chevy off the cliff into it. He survived only to hang himself in his girlfriend’s back yard a year later.





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[allen newell]

Oh, those quincy quarries. The stories they could tell.

Russ, your story of you and your dad warmed my heart. In the last year of his life after fighting ALS for 8 yrs (a medical record at the time), my dad asked me if he could tag along with me for pheasants. He had great difficulty walking and fell down several times. I had to pick him up cause he had no arm strength. Still he carried on. His brittany, gunner, located a cock and up went the bird right in front of us. I shot it and turned to him and said, we are done Dad, im tired. On the way home he said that was the best hunt of his life. Rest in peace Dad.

[Dean Romig]

Oh, those quincy quarries. The stories they could tell.


I was referring to the Rockport quarries.... I know there were a lot more cars and bodies pulled from the Quincy quarries.





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[Phil Yearout]

This pic is off topic - no shotguns or dogs to be seen - but all these memories got me kinda teary-eyed and I couldn't resist. This is my dad on his honeymoon with his brand new Ford roadster and ever-present cigarette. The pipe is his, and the watch is his father's. Don't know why, but my family just wasn't snap-shot oriented; this is one of the few pics I have of my dad...

https://i.imgur.com/CfRBYkTl.jpg

[allen newell]

Phil, what yr was his roadster?

[Phil Yearout]

'28

[James Brown]

My Father holding Bobwhite, little boy (my oldest son now 40) holding back action hammer gun choked cork and cork.

[allen newell]

Wonderful James

[Dean Romig]

As I said earlier, I have only a few pictures of my Dad in deer hunting situations but here are a few pictures of my mentor, Hubert, at deer, turkey, grouse and woodcock camp in Vermont. The camp was actually his and is now his son's and I am still as welcome there as if I were family... in fact, Tom introduces me as his brother.
Hubert made it to Germany in WW II and when he came home he began working at the St. Johnsbury Fire Dept., eventually becoming chief, a position he held until his retirement. In the 1930's he was a car salesman and after he became Fire Chief he could finally pursue his real love - racing his horses all over the Northeast.

1. The old camp built in about '54 and torn down in 2000 to make way for the new camp finished in 2002.

2. Hubert as a new car salesman in 1935.

3. Hubert racing one of his horses, probably "Eva Return" about 1980.

4. A plaque that hangs in the new camp.


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[charlie cleveland]

i have no words that would be fitting for a moment like this....charlie