My friend came across these pictures that were taken of us in the late 70s as close as we can guess. These were on Buldozer Canal on the South end of the St. Johns just after the drugs and booze took over and they burned the two story cabin and was either the last or next to last camp we made there. We didn't want the exposure or the kids to see it either.
Damn ! WERE WE EVER THAT YOUNG ?? We all had hair then too !
I'm the bearded good looking one with the shades and blue checkered flannel shirt. Theres only some of us left from these photos. The old man is one of the pioneers of this part of the country that had moved down from the heart of the Okeefenokee Swamp where the family owned a whole island, and still does I believe.
I wanted to hunt with a beagle because the short legged beagles arent fast enough to catch or panic the deer but they will move them around and keep them just moving.
Im not calling any names but mine out of deference to those in the pictures.
Scotty
In those days we didn't take much with us camping, we didn't have much to take anyway, but we had the best of times. Killed a dear here and there, but not the last of the great white hunters, we just loved being outdoors and out of town, and sharing the friendships. These were the times that made memories we will never forget.
Damn ! WERE WE EVER THAT YOUNG ?? We all had hair then too !
I'm the bearded good looking one with the shades and blue checkered flannel shirt. Theres only some of us left from these photos. The old man is one of the pioneers of this part of the country that had moved down from the heart of the Okeefenokee Swamp where the family owned a whole island, and still does I believe.
I wanted to hunt with a beagle because the short legged beagles arent fast enough to catch or panic the deer but they will move them around and keep them just moving.
Im not calling any names but mine out of deference to those in the pictures.
Scotty
In those days we didn't take much with us camping, we didn't have much to take anyway, but we had the best of times. Killed a dear here and there, but not the last of the great white hunters, we just loved being outdoors and out of town, and sharing the friendships. These were the times that made memories we will never forget.
