Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Anybody grow up in a odd / strange place?

We lived for awhile when I was young in an old pogo stick factory.

But then we bounced around quite a bit

No. I've lead a dull life.

Cool Bob! I’ve been by that place, but it was years ago.

My best friend grew up on the grounds of the Abilene State School.
His Dad was the Business Mgr, And they and the Superintendent lived in two huge old houses on the grounds.
It was on over a section of land, because they were originally self contained little cities where they farmed their own vegetables and raised their own livestock for food. It had its own Power Plant, and a bunch of underground steam tunnels for the Heat for the whole place.
We explored the heck out of them when we were kids.
Also, even though it was on the edge the City Limits, we hunted, Turkey, doves, quail, and all the varmints at will.
The place had an old Cemetery where they used to bury the residents back when it was a Epilepsy Colony originally.
We’d take our girlfriends there in HS and scare the schitt out of them by having another friend jump out of a hole that looked like a grave.
Did it once on an eerie full moon foggy night with a group of about 10 guys and their dates. One of our friends, who had never been there and wasn’t in on the joke, screamed like a little girl and ran about a mile before we caught up to him, laughing our asses off. SOB still hates us to this day. 😬

There is a family owned convenience store not far from me that is a two story building. The owner and his family live upstairs, I dont think I could live like that....

24hr store ?

Or one of those you gotta wake Joe Don up to get the night crawlers?

Neal! There was a big long box upstairs in the maintenance bldg. Was the old wood working area. Where they taught students different skills and such. In that box were Gewehr 98’s, 88 Commission rifles, bayonets, swords, and a 1908 Maxim! Our toys! I still have one of the old sawtooth bayonets.

He’s still strange and odd!!!!!

Mongoose? Back in the day if you were poor it was a Huffy or Murray, had money it was a Schwinn or a Ross.

My wife grew up in Springfield, Oregon, but I married her anyway.

Like i said.

Came from the dump.

That was then.

Now i figure it 100x worse.

With social media and all.

Cant be on Instagram with old stuff….

Had a Schwinn Apple Crate.

All our bikes come from the dumps.


Got Richard Boy a dandy the other day. Some sort of BMX bike or something.

I grew up in San Francisco in the late 60s/70s/80s. Odd and strange doesn't begin to describe it.

Dang! Y’all were lucky devils!

There was a actual Medical School human skeleton hanging from a rack from the State School’s old Hospital. I guess they must’ve used it to teach Nurses or something like that.

Anyhow, his Dad, The Business Mgr, kept it in the closet of his office. His favorite joke to play on visitors or new hires was to ask if they wanted to see his “skeletons in the closet”. He thought it was hilarious! 🤪

I bet that’s right !!!

My first ex wife grew up in their Families Funeral Home.

Really creeped me out the first time she took me to meet her Parents. We stayed in a Motel that night.

She was always creeped out about it too. Said none of her friends growing up would spend the night with her.

She was “fairly normal” all things considered.

Except for being a bat schitt crazy redhead. 🤪

we must be about the same age.

Well, it turned out well for ya. You’re a funny phugger.

The closest to being homeless was in the US Army.

Well. I grew up in Kenny Lake. People from Alaska can tell you about the place. A bit different from what you folks might consider normal. We would have shoot outs at the public water well between different lone wolf survivalists. They had us clean up the blood as a school project. Our closest neighbor was a serial killer named Charles T. Sinclair. He was known as the coin shop killer. My first job was for Bob Galletin who had two wifes and a pile of kids from both women. He was the editor of the local paper. One day they got tired of him and moved out and left him with the kids. We used to visit Jim Ryan who lived in the only trailer court up there in a place called Krinkeville. He was a mafia hitman turned states evidence and placed in the witness protection program.