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Thats wilder'n hell!


At least I bet you can buy a cold pack on Sundays most everywhere over there.

Of course we were a tight family and Sundays were that day, for butchering, cutting and wrapping meat, along with eating and drinking, of course families don't matter any more, but when I was growing up they did, I don't feel I was short changed by the Sundays I missed hunting, the family time more than made up for it !

Uh.................................Nope.

Not when I was there....................better stock up for the weekend football game.................Dang near unAmerican if you ask me.

Geno

I'm happy for you.

But realize, just because hunting is legal on Sunday, doesn't mean a family can't do all you've just described anyway. No one would prevent it.

Geno

Yep.....
Dumb azz blue law from old religous fuddy duddy,s who wanted their church plates filled up, instead of all the men and boys out hunting.
But yet you can go fish.......

They could charge a 20 or 25 dollar fee for a sunday hunting permit in the unincorporated townships where no churches exist.....
That way they couldnt use the excuse of hearing gunshots and knowing gods creatures where being killed either.

T32md and T34md were my hunting grounds back in the day.

I grew up in the era of no doe permits also.

Bet they aint got a bounty on yotes from dec to april either.

But yet bitch about the deer kill in crusty snow outside of major mature cedar growth deer yards in the winter.

Did they pass no logging of old cedar growth yards????
And put em under a limited cutting status.

The state was talking about it around 98 to 01 when i was up their recruiting for the army in bangor.


Grew up in old town and milford
Graduated OTHS in 81
Joined the army in 83

Live in Tn





Blue Laws suck.......

Lived in Houston before it got changed,that you could buy nails but could not buy the hammer.

They even had ropes to close down isles that had all of the sunday no stuff on the shelf.

It was a hoot.

No Sunday hunting, no Sunday alcohol sales, no Sunday yada yada.

A poor execution of separating church from state.

Freedom of religion. OK, got it. But what about the rest?

on the east coast Roy, a lot of those Blue Laws date back to the 1600 and 1700s......

Growing up in Virginia, Sunday hunting wasn't legal, but over in West VA it was....

Visited friends in Abilene TX in the mid 70's. Found out about the weird laws then. Could by milk and other "staples" to make a picnic lunch but not the folding web chair to sit in and eat it down by the river..............or the ice chest to keep it cold even. Then again, there were three Christian colleges there and one had to go to Impact TX outside the city limits just to buy beer. Look up the story of Impact TX for a fun read!

Geno

It was the going concern back in the mid 60's.

We lived there and you could tell what time it was by all of the traffic heading out of town.

The Blue laws were kind of silly in a way..........BUT, they represented a time in this country when it was a much better place to live in. I know many of you are either atheist or do not attend church, but there is nothing wrong with showing a little respect for the Lord on the day He gave us rest and for worshiping him. As a whole, we'd all be better off if we were more concerned about the things that matter, as opposed to the things that don't.

Some of my fondest memories are from Sunday’s long ago. We would go to church and then go to grandma and grandpa’s farm and eat a good dinner then while the older folks would sit around and socialize us kids would go rabbit or squirrel hunting. We did this every Sunday weather permitting.

Is it really respect for the Lord, or fear of the government?

Wonder what Spock would have said about that...

Things that matter?

Like hunting?

Geno

The Blue Laws here in PA in the 1950’s, just church and the store that sold Sunday newspapers which was open until noon. No drug stores or grocery stores were open, prescriptions and groceries had to wait until Monday. Parking lots were empty. Home cooked spaghetti dinner every Sunday at noon, maybe a ride to the country for an ice cream cone and Bonanza, Lawerence Welk and Candid Camera on TV in the evening. It was a much simpler time.

Shîtting on the side walk, living under a tarpaulin structure in the median, loitering, public intoxication, public drug use, littering, haranguing passersby—basically all the freedoms Portland is lauded for.