Notice the trap mounted atop the high house a-la Foster's and Davies'

I like the enclosure in Mills' picture - it gives the trapper a modicum of protection.



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It may well be after WW2. Very interesting. Uncle Remer moved to SC after the war so that was the basis of my year estimate.
Some of the posts remained through the time I lived there . They never picked up the shells which led to me having a big collection of shell brass from the era

The info on the A 1 special is from an acquaintance who bought the gun from one of Uncle Remer's worthless sons. It was in pretty bad condition and needed a lot of restoration to bring back. This acquaintance later sold the gun

what brand of shell did they mostly shoot...charlie

All kinds

Very cool photo, thanks for sharing! If I was to guess it looks like the first gun is a Remington Model 11 (based on the forend checkering), the second is a Browning auto 5, the third is an Ithaca model 37, or Remington model 17, the forth is a Fox, and the last is a Parker!

These photos are framed and in the club house at Backwoods Quail Club. All are of Archibald Rutledge. Laying on his lap in the third picture is a Parker, and I believe all are Parkers.

Mills,

That last picture warms my heart. We had a man that came to work for us when my father was three. He had raised all of us and when Papa sold the farms he was kept on as an employee even though there wasn't much of anything for him to do but mow the small lawn and keep Papa company. He was stricken with cancer and we paid for everything and drove him to his medical appointments two towns away. It's unfortunate that few people today grow up under the tutelage of a wise and loving black man.

Harry

Wonder what today's hunters would think about hunting turkeys without camo and in a coat and tie. Likely to think it would be an impossible task.

Good comment Harry. Six kids in my family. In the late 50's we had a black nanny to herd us around the place - Bertha. She cleaned, did laundry and kept us in line. She was jolly and very good to us and we absolutely adored her. When we moved to grandpas farm in 1962 that was the last we saw of her. In 1968 I was in the small town we lived near at my girlfriends birthday party. I walked outside at some point to get some air and had this very strong feeling that I just "had to go home". I didn't hesitate and jumped into the car and drove the 3 miles home. There was a strange car in the driveway and a black couple came off the porch when I got out of the car. It was Bertha and her husband. Suffice to say it was a very teary reunion. I showed them around and we sat on the porch and I filled them in on what everyone was up to. After some time I felt a little pressure to get back to the party and told them to please come back again. Her husband asked if he could fill their trunk with horse manure - we had plenty. I told him to take all he wanted and to come back for more anytime. Unfortunately, they never came back. Everyone in the family would have welcomed them.

Actually, they did fine without camo, they just took better advantage of the concealing cover they used. That along with the clothing most hunters wore, which wasn't camo but which was usually earth tones and not washed in any 'fabric brightening' soaps...




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