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Main Boards => PowWow => Topic started by: George D. Stout on December 03, 2008, 12:59:00 PM
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What do you envision when you see this photo? I'll add my thoughts later. :campfire:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/oldearcher46/a001.jpg)
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I see a grizzled old timer who knows his way around in the outdoors as well as most people know their own homes. He is successful on occasion, but that is not what drives him. He is not concerned with image or what others think. His sole motivation comes from the feelings inside, and the comfort and security that familiarity provides.
Cool picture! :archer:
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Looks like a day in the woods... the old way.
ChuckC
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blood trail
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I see the spirit of Fred Bear.
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Someone who has 'been there, done that' and doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. He does things his way, and to hell with what others might think. I like him.
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An ole curmudgeon, who longs for the good old days and the good old ways... One who measures his success no by the score or if it makes the record book, but if it brings joy to his heart...
One who enjoys the journey more than the destination...
I tend to think that the stubborness of the man, limits him in the field... But, then I think his stubborn cantankerous ways, remind him of myself... :knothead:
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I see a seasoned veteran who has his gear laid out for tomorrows hunt. It's been raining all day but his hip and knees tells him it will be barely misting in the morning. I see through his eyes the bed of moist oak leaves that he is stalking through and the deer will be nosing around in for any left over acorns. He sees this in his minds eye and the anticipation swells up in him. He sleeps well dispite the excitement. He's been down this trail before. Thermos in one hand, bow and arrow (he only needs one)in the other. He is standing on the bed of moist oak leaves well before day light. No flashlight for this guy. He has thought his way here. Hot coffee stinging his lips, this is the best time of day. Some unidentifiable, soft,subtle sounds only adds to the anticipation. It is the kind of morning where it goes from dark to grey and never gets any lighter and one could never tell a difference in the progress day light was making. It is barely light enough to make out ghost like shapes. Are they deer or are they brush? Brush does not move. The stalk is on. Every sense is in overdrive. Even the nerve cells on his skin is taking in data and processing it.
Somebody else finish this. I've got to go to a meeting.
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I hear my girlfriend yelling at me to "get my hunting crap off of the coffee table and to do all that in the garage"
lol
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LMAO!!!!!! Battle shaft I've heard that many times!!!!
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I see "traditional"..
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A "Hunter"
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I see George needs a job...........
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I see a lot of wannabe profilers......
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dead
RED
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I wanna know how you got your hands on my stuff. I particularly like what appears to be a double footed arrow.
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The picture reminds me of my last day on earth.
My beautiful wife of 50 plus years has honored my request to have my hunting jacket, a favorite bow, hunting arrow and glove accompany me on my final journey. :pray:
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Contentment.
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A fella who's on his way to McDonalds because his freezer is empty. hahah.. just kidding guys, don't blow a fuse. I know this is somewhat of a holy moment for you, but just thought I'd joke a little.. Blessings
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A jacket that doesn't have nearly enough blackberry thorns embedded in it for this time of year. ;)
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I see last weekends tree rat hunt with adk-ken, but my wool shirt jac was green! Nice photo! In fact I was shooting a Mahaska that I got from LeeNY that I think was yours George.
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Looks like the guy that took the time to post this could teach me alot.
Larry
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ron w, that Mahaska is sweet eh? ;)
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Looks like I'm getting ready to hit the woods. Where's my knife and hat?
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comfort
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George, sweet is a understatment!
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I see my huntin getup. When did you steal my coat?
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It makes me feel like chopping down a white pine while I'm out hunting, for some reason.
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Every thing has a few miles on it but the shirt Jacket its not very worn. Its all as it should be the bow the glove and the arrow have been put to there intended use, the shirt well thats just plain special!
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I see what I like to pervay to others when I hunt.
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I see someone who could share my campfire anytime. Someone who hunts in order to feed his soul.
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Another great day in the woods tomorrow.
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Simplicity.
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Hmmm..George D. Stout...out and about?
So, George... does the family make you put your phone # on the bow handle grip leather so you can find your way home?
:goldtooth:
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1964
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I see old George going for a walk during the firearms season.
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i see a keeper of the old ways and one who knows how much simple things are really worth!
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- I see a bowhunter who did'nt need camo and scent free soap.
- I see a bowhunter who relied on his archery skills being one with the bow not worrying about or even knowing for that matter this his arrow only travels 150 fps.
- I see a bowhunter who knew his way around the woods where deer were plentyful.
- I see a bowhunter who would tell stories around a fire keeping all in suspense with every word of the hunts. :campfire:
- I see a bowhunter who knows what values are.
- I hope that bow hunter who grows tired.
- I hope to hunt with that bowhunter one day.
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wisdom!
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"The Real Thing" :notworthy:
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First thing I thought of was Fred Bear :archer:
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I see a picture of things that when viewed by most people think this man is out of step with the world.
But I see a man who looks at these things and he is sure the world is out of step with just about everything.
Happy hunting George!
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I see a finely made Canadian Jacket..
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Read a lot of replies, and then went back and looked at the pic again.
Three words came to mind: "Old and new."
...or...
After considering that George was asking the question: "Old and used."
:biglaugh: (Just funnin, George)
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I see the spirit of a man whom respects both the animals that he hunts as well as the woods where they roam.
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I see a man laying his gear out for the late Bow/Muzzle loader season!!!!! :thumbsup:
Gee George, your stuff looks just like mine!!!!! :archer:
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I see timeless tradition, both old and new. A tradition we hold dear to our very souls. I pray this tradition carries on to the next and the next and the next generations to come. A tradition of peace, solitude and satisfaction.
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I see my old shirt I lost years ago.
For real, I see the way it was, the way it is, The way it should always be....
Past, Present & Future of Archery.
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it will shrink if you wash it, and it needs a few burrs!
Just kidding!
I see a MUCH simpler and more innocent time, when any buck was a trophy, and Does weren't considered "deer". When a man's word was law, and wasn't given lightly.
When few people used foul language, and women were treated with the respect they deserved.
When you could and did leave your house and car unlocked. Sadly, Those times are long gone.
GOD, I miss 'em, but George, they ain't ever coming back.
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I see a man behind those items that I could sit down and have a conversation with and learn something worthwhile. :campfire:
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My grandpa
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Those times live on in our hearts and minds, and can be found a simple walk from the parked truck. Times are what we make of them and the guy who owns the goods in the photo can walk away for awhile and absorb that time that is still there, but undetected by those who can not see.
The items are a metaphor, of course, and one can see by the responses that they can bring back memories or simply represent stuff. One man sees a creek he must cross to further his hunt....and curses the creek and the ruination of his hunt. Another man sees the creek and sees an opportunity to camp and fish...and a water supply for the flora and fauna. One man sees an old shirt like his grandpap wore and is sent on a trip to the past. Another person sees an old shirt.
A person looks upon the bicycle tube wrapped around an old bow and sees a travesty that needs to be sent to Goodwill or the flea market. Another sees a wrinkled old hand, on a curmudgeonly figure who understands the grip works for him...is warm and comfortable and cost just pennies to apply. One person sees a dirty old shooting glove. Another sees an archer at full draw in a beautiful woods.
What I see is the sport that I knew and still know. I see an old bow that comforts the hand and warms the soul; one that can cast a heavy hunting arrow two hundred yards down range, or quickly through a whitetail's ribs and into the hinterland on the other side. I see the hand of the man who crafted that bow in a factory in Clarendon Hills, Illinois, in 1957...I see the pride in his eyes as he finishes the polishing task before sending the bow to shipping. I see Art Laha shooting a similar model in the Wisconsin woods while dressed in his checked wool.
When I look at the glove I see Glenn St.Charles standing in front of the Chalet near a well used mule deer migration trail. He doesn't stand for long of course, that's why they nicknamed him "Ridgerunner George."
The shirt reminds me of who I am and how I see my own life. It's relatively simple, yet advanced to the point that I need to choose; whether to follow a never ending supply of things I can't live without, or understand that money will never buy real prosperity, it merely supplies us with creature comforts to dull the senses for what is real....faith, family and satisfaction in being who and what your are.
Of course it also allows me to keep warm during the cold Pennsylvania winters, when those trails are snowed-over and the creek more resembles a glacier. I can see all of these things, and more in that photo. Thanks for all of the responses, I enjoyed all of them.
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Holy Crap! All I saw was a bow, arrow and glove sitting on top of a red and black checked shirt.
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Well, there your are.
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We are all different yet all the same, everyone's idea of why we are outdoors doing what we do is a personal thing and should be cherished and enjoyed. Thats all I have to say about that. Thanks George for the thoughts. Ron W
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Originally posted by Whip:
I see a grizzled old timer who knows his way around in the outdoors as well as most people know their own homes. He is successful on occasion, but that is not what drives him. He is not concerned with image or what others think. His sole motivation comes from the feelings inside, and the comfort and security that familiarity provides.
Cool picture! :archer:
Whip, you stole my answer, but you said it way better than I could have! That is exactly what I was thinking, put into words.
Very nice indeed!!
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Now I didn't read your answer of what the picture is supposed to mean but here's my thoughts. I wonder if I'm close to being right.
I see a man's time worn hunting gear waiting to get used. Used by someone who thinks that gadgets and camo are way to complicated. Someone who like myself longs and hungers for simpler times. A man who loves his time in the woods watching mother nature and given the chance the opportunity to make a clean and quick kill all the while treading lightly.
Wish I could share some time in the woods with more people like that. George keep me in mind next time you are out in the woods.
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Well said, George.
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It reminds me of the old pictures of Glen St Charles. Is that odd?
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Just read George's post above. Guess I'm not crazy.
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Guys I have to tell you that Monty Python has forever ruined black and red buffalo plaid for me. Buts thats OK.
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I kind of lump black and red plaid into a pile with licenses that you wear on your back. That is to say that I think of them as a NE tradition and they have very little to do with my individual hunting tradition. Old soft flannel shirts are the closest thing to that image that generally showed up in a southern deer camp during my life time. The few times that I ever saw anyone in a plaid wool jacket it was pretty obvious that "they weren't from around here." ;)
Interesting thoughts, George. So much of what we associate with different activities is based on our individual experiences. It is always interesting to hear what other people perceive.
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gregg....incidentally, we still have to wear those back tags here in Pennsylvania. Here is mine from this year; the holder is from the 70's.
If you'll notice, the handle for my file is covered with a worn out shooting glove finger. Yep....I'm cheap. :archer:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/oldearcher46/howardhilletc002.jpg)
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Well said George. It's the simple things in life.
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I always love the bow that has a well worn handle. It leaves me thinking of all the places that it must have traveled. Did it take the life from a bird, rabbit or a majestic buck? It's fun to travel to those places in your mind. Imagining the smell of wet leaves or feel the warmth of a fire after a cold day in the woods.
Even if it just sat in a basement or attic, think of all the toys, Christams, Easter or even Halloween things it may have shared company with over the years.
It can sit there for 20 yrs and then a young kid sees it and is fascinated by the possibilities it holds. Suddenly, after all that time it has a new life in the hands of a young boy. He might find a makeshift string and some arrows that "must" go with it over in the corner. Next thing you know he is shooting at a target or maybe some unsuspecting bird. Testing out his prowess as an "indian" or hunter. He doesn't need to know what other eople think of hunting because something inside him takes over. He finds himself stalking a squirrel or bird and an instinct wakes up deep inside. He is a hunter in its purest sense because the world has not cast its shadow over him yet.
There was a bow like that in my basement growing up, but I was never allowed to touch it. So, I guess that's why when I see that bow, arrow and glove, I wish I was that little boy again.
Thanks George.
-Charlie
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Thanks George! I needed that. :coffee:
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I kind of feel sorry for those that saw the picture as hunting past.
And not Present and Future.
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It reminded me of Fred Bear almost instantly. After looking at it a while it reminded me that I want to hunt with one of those old late 50s kodiaks one day.
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Dang! If you guys were as romantic towards your women as it appears you are towards your archery, you'd never get a chance to go hunting! :)
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I bow hunted in Pennsylvania two years, George and have my back tags as tokens of the hunt. I really enjoyed the experience.
They sell those holders at Gander Mountain in Ocala, Florida. My guess is that they won't have to reorder. :knothead:
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I see Glenn St. Charles. In the color pictures at the end of Bows on the Little Delta there are a couple pictures of Glenn wearing a shirt like that.
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a peacefull time
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:thumbsup:
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:thumbsup: :thumbsup:
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Good stuff right there, thanks for the post George!!!!!!!
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Someone who knows what he likes. He's tried all the gee whiz stuff, but he keeps going back to the tried and true things that have served him well.
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a TBM cover in the making.