Romantics at heart...

[Ridgewalker]

Sheaffer pen and Esterbrook pen I used in school in the ‘50s. K&E slide rule I used in college in the ‘60s. 1937 Red Ryder Daisey BB gun. ‘50s Howdy Doody puppet that scares my grandkids and their friends (they say it looks like “Chucky who ever that is). Ruark’s “The Old Man and the Boy” which is the first book and first of Ruark’s I ever read. Hamilton pocket watch from my grandad who got it while working for the Cotton Belt railroad in Waco, TX. 1881 silver dollar I found crawling under my weekend home (old rectory house) in Leadville, CO. Swing arm drafting machine from the navigator’s seat in the B-17 my dad helped design the tooling to build at Consolidated.
Hmmm...maybe I should get rid of some stuff. At least that’s what the wifey says.

 

[Bullthrower338]

Still use Sir and Ma’am, open doors for ladies and elderly folks, stand for my national anthem, respect the right of other people’s opinions as long as they are not spouting idiocracy directly from their exhaust pipe, think a book should have pages and no screen, believe a good spanking and your kids know you aren’t afraid to do it would solve most of the problems with these little heathens, a handshake should still be as good as a piece of paper, a man is lucky to have owned at least one good bird dog, upland birds should be hunted with a SxS, borders are there for a reason, a man should work hard if he expects compensation, lead shot is better than steel, whiskey, horses and women are better when they are aged a bit, television isn’t worth watching, your popularity shouldn’t be judged by how many “friends” you have on Facebook, lions, elephants and giraffes do not have Christian names from birth, God created all men and Samuel Colt made them equal, John Wayne is still my hero, political correctness is one of the huge downfalls of society, guns are inherently safe until they are in the hands of a psychopath or a dumbass, yoga pants should be by permit only and finally I believe in my Country and will defend her to the end.
I believe that I have won the longest sentence contest on AH!

 

[Ridgewalker]

Bullthrower, that exhausted me trying to read it silently!

man is lucky to have owned at least one good bird dog, upland birds should be hunted with a SxS

My GSP will be 13 this fall. He, and I, are having a little arthritic issues, but with meds we should make it 1-2 more years of hunting together with my Arietta SxS 20ga and my AyA #2 SxS 12ga.

 

[sgt_zim]

I believe some of you fellows had a passing interest in Mad Jack Churchill.

Mad Jack Churchill was the last man to get a longbow kill in war.

It was World War II, not some distant oldie tyme battle. Picture it. Tanks. Bombers. Grenades. Machine guns. And Ol Jack Churchill just pulls back on the string and starts firing arrows at dudes...while playing the bagpipes and wielding a claymore.

Three years later in the war, his unit was outnumbered and basically so destroyed by the German machine gun fire that only four men were still standing when they got to within grenade range. Churchill was walking steadily at them playing the bagpipes when a grenade blast wouneded him and knocked him unconscious.

He woke to find himself on his way to a concentration camp...which he escaped. He then walked 150 miles to the sea and was captured just shy of the allied lines, and was placed in another concentration camp...which he escaped. He found his way to the Americans just as the European War was ending.

Churchill promptly rejoined his British Commando Unit and headed to the Pacific, but arrived just as the Americans dropped the atomic bombs that ended the war. He famously stated, "If it wasn't for the Yanks, we could have kept this war going another 10 years!"

 

[sierraone]

Interesting....I never heard of Mad Jack!

 

[sgt_zim]

Interesting....I never heard of Mad Jack!

Part of the "Ministry of UnGentlemanly Warfare."

 

[John A Flaws]

Red Leg, I had not posted pictures of my Webley "WG" so here it is. It has been re-blued and is chambered to 45 auto rim but it is still a neat pistol.

 

[Saul]

Oh how I adore this thread!

I use fountain pens quite frequently and usually wear my Omega Seamaster Professional.

I am something of a car collector and love driving the vintage ones. My favorite by far is my Jaguar E-type.

I still hunt with SxS shotguns and I occasionally carry a revolver.

There is plenty more anachronistic things that I do but these just come to mind.

 

[Longwalker]

I also have my share or "romantic" habits. I wear wool when its cold, not synthetics. When hunting upland birds I shoot a 16 ga. and use a pointing dog . Most of my favourite rifles are older than me - my 1949 Brno 22F 7x57 is a particularly useful and satisfying piece of kit. I prefer the .222 Rem to the .223. Shot my first deer with a .303 British Lee Enfield. My muzzle loader is a flintlock that shoots patched round balls. Love to fly fish for tiny brook trout in creeks using traditional wet flies. Prefer a good Canadian Rye over most any other type of whiskey. Heat our house with wood. Butcher all my own meat, and keep a vegetable garden. Still participate in occasional trapping and harvesting wild furs. That sort of thing. I think I was born in the wrong century.

 

[sgt_zim]

I also have my share or "romantic" habits. I wear wool when its cold, not synthetics. When hunting upland birds I shoot a 16 ga. and use a pointing dog . Most of my favourite rifles are older than me - my 1949 Brno 22F 7x57 is a particularly useful and satisfying piece of kit. I prefer the .222 Rem to the .223. Shot my first deer with a .303 British Lee Enfield. My muzzle loader is a flintlock that shoots patched round balls. Love to fly fish for tiny brook trout in creeks using traditional wet flies. Prefer a good Canadian Rye over most any other type of whiskey. Heat our house with wood. Butcher all my own meat, and keep a vegetable garden. Still participate in occasional trapping and harvesting wild furs. That sort of thing. I think I was born in the wrong century.

I think we'd all be easily classified as an eclectic bunch of anachronisms.