I guess I forget how long ago 1980 is, I had leather boots insulated with???, waterproofed with Sno Seal. Grandpa shot various "shells" from his "big rifle " a Remington 742 in 243 Win. He mostly managed to knock one down reasonably regularly. Oh yeah, Suoer X shot shells cause they hit harder.

Not exactly on the original topic but what about game populations. In the fall of 1980 you had to apply in August for an any deer permit, called a doe tag. They usually gave out 1000 of them for Unit 29 in MO. If you got drawn, as a kid ( I was 18), you felt like you'd won the lottery, heck you might get to shoot that year.

We'd show up Friday night and Grandpa would say 'Boys theys deer everywhere '. 4 of us would hunt the weekend and see 8-9 deer between us and that was deer everywhere. If you could scratch down a 6 inch spike you were the talk of school.

During Youth Season my nieces and nephews want to hear about the Good Old Days and I always start the story with 'Today we woke up...'

You can easily vote your way in to Socialism; but you'll have to shoot your way out.