I was raised in an avid outdoor family - grew-up around guns, dogs, horses, cattle, ranches & farms. We fished, hunted, trapped, gathered and spent the majority of our time - free & much of it otherwise - outdoors. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way & have perpetuated much of that same life style for all these years.
Outdoor/fishing/hunting Family Or?
not for me, so much..
I remember family members who hunt and fished, but not our family. my Dad was a career Army guy who liked golf and not a outdoorsy, MacGyvery, camping guy
he did drive us to places but I think he read the paper in the lawn chair, haa.
My mom aka-lil billy goat and sis would fish..id bait the hooks and unhook the fish..no hunting as guns were not allowed when one day mom found the pops service revolver and thought it was a toy, dad came home and told him to "stick'm up" as a joke....im sure he SHIT his pants ... so no guns. camping for us was at "Rest Stops" during cross country moves , remember pops was in the Army..move, move, move! I saw alot of country thru the window of a car. I eventually became interested in fishing later in my life and will continue as long as I can find a state that will let me Hunting is on the bucket list , im ready to kill a bird, and a deer..probably nothing else, maybe an elk, but haven't really done anything about it but talk..
I enjoy sleeping in the woods and hiking- climbing is a wishlist thing but quickly goes to the bottom of the list as my fear of heights is getting worse as I get older.
whats your experience? ?
I remember family members who hunt and fished, but not our family. my Dad was a career Army guy who liked golf and not a outdoorsy, MacGyvery, camping guy
he did drive us to places but I think he read the paper in the lawn chair, haa.My mom aka-lil billy goat and sis would fish..id bait the hooks and unhook the fish..no hunting as guns were not allowed when one day mom found the pops service revolver and thought it was a toy, dad came home and told him to "stick'm up" as a joke....im sure he SHIT his pants
... so no guns. camping for us was at "Rest Stops" during cross country moves , remember pops was in the Army..move, move, move! I saw alot of country thru the window of a car. I eventually became interested in fishing later in my life and will continue as long as I can find a state that will let me Hunting is on the bucket list , im ready to kill a bird, and a deer..probably nothing else, maybe an elk, but haven't really done anything about it but talk..I enjoy sleeping in the woods and hiking- climbing is a wishlist thing but quickly goes to the bottom of the list as my fear of heights is getting worse as I get older.
whats your experience? ?
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I grew up in a tent camping family and we still camp together. This weekend, I am camping with my 86 yr old Mom - and she'll be sleeping in a tent! We prefer rustic Forest Service sites, so no electricity, flush toilets or hot showers for my family. It won't be too different from when Dad started camping in 1929 at 9 months old.
My grandparents started camping c. 1929 by taking out the back seats of their car and sewing a hammock to hang infant dad in over the front seats. They then graduated to an old brown army tent before Grandpa built a trailer in the late 30's. He eventually built 3 more.
My best childhood memories were of long camping trips, often a month at a time. The first tent I remember sleeping in was that brown canvas army tent with no floor (see below). We eventually got a more modern tent and finally a VW camper - with attached tent as there were 5 of us kids plus mom and dad. Nobody hunted or fished in the family but I started fishing on camping trips at 5 yrs old and never stopped - and don't intend to. I've also never stopped camping either and hope that I am still doing it at 86 just like Mom!
Check out the dresses worn by my Mom and Grandma. I wish I had that chuck box that Dad built. We still have the red stove, camp pots and railroad lanterns though.
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My grandparents started camping c. 1929 by taking out the back seats of their car and sewing a hammock to hang infant dad in over the front seats. They then graduated to an old brown army tent before Grandpa built a trailer in the late 30's. He eventually built 3 more.
My best childhood memories were of long camping trips, often a month at a time. The first tent I remember sleeping in was that brown canvas army tent with no floor (see below). We eventually got a more modern tent and finally a VW camper - with attached tent as there were 5 of us kids plus mom and dad. Nobody hunted or fished in the family but I started fishing on camping trips at 5 yrs old and never stopped - and don't intend to. I've also never stopped camping either and hope that I am still doing it at 86 just like Mom!
Check out the dresses worn by my Mom and Grandma. I wish I had that chuck box that Dad built. We still have the red stove, camp pots and railroad lanterns though.
Like others, I grew up in an outdoor activities family and honestly, I thought everyone did.
Fishing, hunting, collecting wild mushrooms and huckleberries, camping, picnicking, weather permitting, we were always off into the woods, to a lake or a river. My Dad grew up on a homestead in the Wallowa Mountains and his family survived from anything they could harvest in the wild. That of course, continued on with my family.
Spring was spent looking for moral mushrooms and then later on, huckleberries.
Once the rivers and lakes opened for fishing, we'd spend a lot of time fishing. Then, during the Fall, we'd go deer and elk hunting.
My Grandfather was a genuine pioneer and outdoors-man. Consequently, we all ended up out and about in the wild as long as we could before the snow arrived.
In my Dad's world, more was better. So, fishing trips meant we kept every trout we could.
He was keen on taking photos of all the fish we caught... I wonder why the numbers declined as they did
![Smile White Fish Shorts Seafood]()
For some unknown reason, I seemed to always catch the largest fish...
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Here's the interesting part of that... I hated fishing! I didn't eat trout and didn't find it all that entertaining. It wasn't until I moved from NEO and took up flyfishing on this side of the state that I became a flyfishing nut. Part of that was the fact that most fly anglers released their trout and that was never a consideration when I fished with my Dad.
Later in life, Dad would go flyfishing with me and he did release the trout we caught. He didn't even grouse about it.
He was proud that I became an outdoor writer even if I didn't keep all the fish I caught and put them on a piece of plywood for a photo.
Fishing, hunting, collecting wild mushrooms and huckleberries, camping, picnicking, weather permitting, we were always off into the woods, to a lake or a river. My Dad grew up on a homestead in the Wallowa Mountains and his family survived from anything they could harvest in the wild. That of course, continued on with my family.
Spring was spent looking for moral mushrooms and then later on, huckleberries.
Once the rivers and lakes opened for fishing, we'd spend a lot of time fishing. Then, during the Fall, we'd go deer and elk hunting.
My Grandfather was a genuine pioneer and outdoors-man. Consequently, we all ended up out and about in the wild as long as we could before the snow arrived.
In my Dad's world, more was better. So, fishing trips meant we kept every trout we could.
He was keen on taking photos of all the fish we caught... I wonder why the numbers declined as they did
For some unknown reason, I seemed to always catch the largest fish...
Here's the interesting part of that... I hated fishing! I didn't eat trout and didn't find it all that entertaining. It wasn't until I moved from NEO and took up flyfishing on this side of the state that I became a flyfishing nut. Part of that was the fact that most fly anglers released their trout and that was never a consideration when I fished with my Dad.
Later in life, Dad would go flyfishing with me and he did release the trout we caught. He didn't even grouse about it.
He was proud that I became an outdoor writer even if I didn't keep all the fish I caught and put them on a piece of plywood for a photo.
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