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Sunday 26 September 2010

Sepia Saturday; Hunt;


The man on the right standing against the tree is my father.
He always liked to be out in nature. He worked for a few municipalities as a forester; he had to check the woods what to plant and which trees to harvest for the sawmills. He liked this job very much. He had learned a different profession because his uncle owned a shop and he was supposed to work there. He hated it and went a different way. I guess this was probably in the 1930's.

Hunting with some friends. My father is the one smiling behind the sitting man's head. It was not free just to shoot anything. One needed a licence. It was not allowed to kill a female animal. It was also regulated how many animals were to be culled. It provided much needed protein for many families through the cold winters.
At least the animals led a decent and free life in the mountains; not like the farmed cattle in those terrible feedlots like they exist today; where they are injected with hormones, antibiotics and other nasties and lead a pitiful life until they are killed.

As long as I can remember my father had his 10 days of hunting. As older he got as less he wanted to shoot the animals, mostly he came home without shooting anything. He just wanted to be in the mountains and watch the animals. He did not join his friends anymore for the hunt he wanted to be alone.


This was my godmother's husband; he had many children and they all had very fancy names.
His eldest daughter was named Shirlee, after the baby film star Shirlee Temple. Anyway at the baptism the catholic priest said, Shirlee was not a "Christian" name and she had to be renamed "Sirna". We always called her Shirlee!

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10 comments:

  1. Wonderful photos showing your father, and also the one of your godmother's husband too. I can fully understand your father's love of the out doors and appreciate that he didn't enjoy the hunting but can fully understand the need to hunt for food, your father looks as though he enjoyed life. I think priests in times gone by made so many mistakes, I am pleased that the baby was always called Shirlee. It is so interesting to have a glimpse into another world so different from my own. Thank you.

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  2. I'm glad he gave up hunting.
    Sima doesn't sound any more Christian than Shirlee.
    I wonder if there is a Saint named Sima?

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  3. Wonderfully historic photographs. As for me, I'm all in favour of Shirlee.

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  4. while i'n not fond of hunting myself, these are great. men in a casual setting, but the composition in these is great, if a little tilted...
    thanx 4 sharing!!
    :)~
    HUGZ

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  5. What an interesting time in history that you have shared. The photos are wonderful.

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  6. I hear about hunting trips during the 70s when I was young he he... My dad usually buys some of those meat from those guys and cook curry with it (yes my dad cooks!). Delicious!

    I remember joining my uncle to catch fish in the rivers here. After that a yummy fish meal ;-)

    Nowadays, no more these kind of stories. All urbanised and gets meat from farms only like you do ;-)

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  7. Perhaps when your father was younger, he needed to provide meat for his family; whereas, perhaps, when he was older, it wasn't necessary any longer. I love the first photo. Handsome father you had!

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  8. Happy Birthday, Titania! I hope you have a day to remember.

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  9. birthday??
    is it???
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY then!!!
    :)~
    HUGZ

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  10. Thank you my Sepia Saturday friends for the visits and comments. I am away for a few days, but will be back next Sepia Saturday. Have fun; I will visit when I am back home. T

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