Farm Life

I had one when I was a kid, but not since. I have hunted over some good ones, though.

I have hunted dove, quail, grouse, ptarmigan, a few ducks, and geese, along with rabbits, coons, squirrels, fox, and etc. but usually without a dog. Just miles of fence rows and my shotgun. Once, in Alaska, I was grouse hunting and came to a place that was a little foggy. I was easing along the edge of the trees and walked up on a huge bear. I was too scare to wet my britches. I just backed out real easy and quiet, being grateful the bear either did not know I was there (wind was against him as I was hunting into the wind) or did not care.
 
Doc, that is a good story! I like you have hunted all those except the ptarmigan but with dogs. We raised dogs, Black & Tan hounds, Blue Tick and Walkers. Mostly for coon, squirrel and fox hunting. Then by 1965 bird dogs, German Short Hair and Pointers. The hey day of Bobwhite Quail hunting was seen during the next 15 years in the South. My dog is the first Portuguese Pointer I've trained and hunted. There is just something that burns it into my memory when roaming hills and valley with your good friend. DM
 
Gents, my friend and I along with my Buck knife enjoyed a timeless afternoon of dove hunting. DM
 
Awesome photo David! That's a mighty fine looking Shotgun you have there.

JB
 
Thanks John. But that's a 1977 Remington 1100 3"Magnum edition. I've refinished the stock twice and reblued once. If that dog could talk, she'd tell you some stories about me and that gun. Of course, she thinks she did ALL the work. DM
 
David,

Good thread as always! Thank you.

We like jerky (Deer, elk and beef.) and like to keep some on hand too.

My husband almost always takes jerky with him when he goes hunting too.

Cate
 
DocT said:
I had one when I was a kid, but not since. I have hunted over some good ones, though.

I have hunted dove, quail, grouse, ptarmigan, a few ducks, and geese, along with rabbits, coons, squirrels, fox, and etc. but usually without a dog. Just miles of fence rows and my shotgun. Once, in Alaska, I was grouse hunting and came to a place that was a little foggy. I was easing along the edge of the trees and walked up on a huge bear. I was too scare to wet my britches. I just backed out real easy and quiet, being grateful the bear either did not know I was there (wind was against him as I was hunting into the wind) or did not care.
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Good story. Thank you!

Cate
 
I am showing my husband some of the pictures and posts here on this thread.

He is happy that your dog is doing better and so am I.

That is a great shot of you with your faithful dog, game taken and shotgun too.

Thanks again.

Cate
 
Love it.i live in Nova Scotia and we have our very own breed of hunting dogs called the little river duck dogs.thats just a name because they will hunt anything they are trained to lol.i have one and she is my baby I love that dog more than life itself.she loves to toll Ducks in ,a method these dogs are famous for.David would be a great neighbor to have me thinks .lol
 
I enjoy seeing Buck knives being used. Get 'em dirty. It's interesting to see which ones get the call for a specific job and which ones are carried to handle a variety of chores.
 
Thanks Gedd for the technical support.
BuckShack, I have a few favorites, the 334 Trapper, the BCCI paperstone, drop point (110 & 112) and the Heritage 500. All of these get used. DM
 
After getting out of the USMC I moved my wife from Santa Ana, Ca. to a small farming town in NW Illinois where I was from. Besides working a full time job in a corrugated paper plant I worked with my brother-in-law on his Dad's farm. Me and the Wife decided to start raising chickens. So we got 2 -- 100 egg incubators and started them up, we lived in town mind you, after the roughly 28 days we had anywhere from 80-90 live chicks and both incubators full of eggs in the cellar of our house. When the chicks got old enough we would move them to the coal shed at back of the property and they stayed until we moved them to the farm where we sold some and kept some for eggs and the table. Everyone is right, the flavor of the chickens can't be beat and plus the knowledge that you knew the life story of your food, which for me added to the flavor. This all was working pretty well, then we had a sow with poison milk and by the time we found out only 2 were left out 10 piglets. To the coal shed they went and they stayed for about 3 mos living first on a milk formula from the Vet hand feed by us and then ground corn with protein added. This whole time all this was going on we had a nosy neighbor who lived behind us, by the coal shed, and he started to come around more and more, we decided to take the pigs and the rest of the chickens to the farm before he turned us into the city. I had just got the 2 pigs in the back of my truck and here he came trying to see what we were doing after dodging him and his questions which seemed forever we finally got out of there with him no more the wiser and got to the farm, man was that close. When those pigs got up to roughly 300lbs we had them processed and boy-o-boy were they not only the tenderest pork but the tastiest I had ever had, I think it was that formula early on that did it. Fond memories of farm life.
 
sass, we busted out laughing at your story. A Great One! And thank you for serving the cause of freedom. DM
 
David Martin said:
Probably because I use that model and picture it. Thanks, DM
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DUH!! That's what I get for not paying attention! I was looking at the gun, dog and birds in that order and wishing I was there. I bet I'm not the only one with that type of attention disorder.

Hi DM, How are you on this fine Sunday morning? You probably use that nice system to keep your Buck knife in good shape, the big auction place has a new version.
 
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