My dad found these old pics and scanned them to me last night.
They are taken at my dad's house where we turned his garage into a deer processing shop.
This must be an "opening day" pic. Deer piled up like cord wood.
In The pic of me with that buck - you can see my dad's smoker. It was an old refrigerator that he turned into a really handy and effective smoke box.
They last pic is "my" paycheck. I got paid in hides since I did 95% of all the skinning. I'd throw salt on them, and when we got enough to fill a truck, we'd take them down to the tannery and id get $6 a piece for them. For a 16 year old kid, that was good money! I made 1800-2000$ a season on hides.
*note* I have no idea why I'm wearing my good shoes and probably the only "good pair" of jeans I owned. Musta been an emergency gut/skin job on that buck.
Last edited by Arty; 03-15-2014 at 08:20 AM.
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"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming...WOW, What a Ride!"
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