Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Simple guilty pleasures from the days of yore.

Carpet. I still rub my feet in carpet,and remember cold bare floors. Catch myself sometimes but my wife catches me and jabs me about it. Sometimes little things bring you a dose of perspective. I have never considered a trailer house on my own. I've rented a dump, but it was a house.

Waking up to the smell of coffee, bacon or pork chops frying in the pan, blue gills and homefried potatoes, homemade bread or biscuits baking in the oven, hamburger and onions frying, freshly mowed grass, the smell of water evaporating off your girlfriend's skin as you lie in the hot sun after a dip in a cold lake, bannock baking by a campfire...

The taste of Golden Bantam corn on the cob slathered n butter, salt and pepper; the smell and taste of a scallop eaten raw, right out of the shell, as soon as you get back to the boat after prying it off a rock; the smell of the ocean breeze while sailing offshore.

My grandfather was the milkman,so even though we were poor,we always had milk and butter,thank God for him.what I miss the most,just being able to move and run pain free.

Regaining consciousness after grabbing the electric fence pulling yourself out of the swimming hole.

H4831 powder for $1.20 a pound.
270 bullets for $4 a box.
49 cents for a 50 round box of 22 LR (when bought in full cases)
Free 30-06 brass.
20/10 vision.
Time.... before bad injuries.

Mom's cooking. She didn't waste anything, fried potato cakes with left over creamed taters, fried fish cakes with leftover fish. Sundays ham or fried chicken with all the good things from the garden. Flour bread or pan bread hot with molasses and butter.
My best friends Dad waking us up at 4 AM loading us in his old Ford truck to meet his friends for a fox hunt then waking up to the hounds raising hell. Later there would be stew cooked in a wash pot, might be goat or deer or just had to guess sometimes but it was always good. Fishing with my buddies and our girlfriends at night.......
All the many days I spent on the KD range shooting high power matches with some of the best folks in the world.
I have had fun and very few bad days, lucky I guess.

Young girls was a good thing too, lots of pretty ones in my high school.

Catching Crawdad’s in the neighborhood ditch, Horny Toad’s in the field & Firefly’s in a Miracle Whip jar. It would be busy on the weekends.

We had a cow so butter and milk was there all the time along with home made bread. We never bought canned vegetables and we canned everything from the garden.Never had much meat except what we shot.

About every other week, my mother would buy a whole log of bologna and we would grind it up in a hand cranked grinder. She would make ham salad which was our lunches.

Best thing was the neighbor had welsh pony that they bought for their kids and they didn't want to ride it. So I did. I rode that pony like rented mule. I was about 9 or so, and I have been riding ever since except maybe four years .So I have riding for about 60 years

Setting on the porch with my Grandpa, listening to a ball game on the radio-- Pittsburg Pirates--
I was a little guy then, but time with him was great--

my dad use to make fudge every Christmas, can't remember the last time he did.

Mead

made some awhile back.

Mom's peanut brittle, home-made plum jelly, eggnog, etc.

My Mother's ravioli. I use to turn the crank on the "meat grinder" that she used to mix the filling. She would place a bowl on the ground below the grinder and our dog would lay there drinking the drippings from the leaking seals.

Hard to find good mead anymore.

Black raspberries from the bush behind grandpa's barn with sugar and real cream from the dairy a block away. The sludge at the bottom of the bowl.

What's mead guys? I've heard of it, but have no idea what it is. Some kind of alcohol? Thanks for all the great replies guys.

Mom’s cooking & childhood friends.