I found a bag in one of my piles of "stuff". It was full of old Rem paper .410 shells. I fired one into the snowbank just to be able to smell the empty!
I always thought that the old paper shotshells smelled better!
Frank
"I don't know what there is about buffalo that frightens me so.....He looks like he hates you personally. He looks like you owe him money." - Robert Ruark, Horn of the Hunter, 1953
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Posts: 12566 | Location: Kentucky, USA | Registered: 30 December 2002
All my kids are grown now,but everyone has had time on the range + EVERY ONE has heard me me say that same thing every time.Hey.It's true.I may be a bit off from some standards but to me;I think being honest to my own children is paramount.
The sights and smells while hunting, or the memories while just thinking about hunting still turn me on. I know my hunting days are numbered, but just the smells of a damp, crisp, early morning with a little fog lying low gets me on-point. I'm ready and eager for IT to step out, while I'm standing looking out at a stand of trees, or driving down a lonely two-lane highway with no one else apparently up. That gets all my senses going.
Love to smell that early morning smell of mother earth, and hear that sound of a round being racked into position. I may not be 20 again, but I'm damn-sure twenty years younger at that moment.
Posts: 13799 | Location: Texas | Registered: 10 May 2002
Originally posted by Kensco: The sights and smells while hunting, or the memories while just thinking about hunting still turn me on. I know my hunting days are numbered, but just the smells of a damp, crisp, early morning with a little fog lying low gets me on-point. I'm ready and eager for IT to step out, while I'm standing looking out at a stand of trees, or driving down a lonely two-lane highway with no one else apparently up. That gets all my senses going.
Love to smell that early morning smell of mother earth, and hear that sound of a round being racked into position. I may not be 20 again, but I'm damn-sure twenty years younger at that moment.
+1000 the smells of a hunt as many said bring back a lot of good memories.
Posts: 19417 | Location: wis | Registered: 21 April 2001
Originally posted by Kensco: The sights and smells while hunting, or the memories while just thinking about hunting still turn me on. I know my hunting days are numbered, but just the smells of a damp, crisp, early morning with a little fog lying low gets me on-point. I'm ready and eager for IT to step out, while I'm standing looking out at a stand of trees, or driving down a lonely two-lane highway with no one else apparently up. That gets all my senses going.
Love to smell that early morning smell of mother earth, and hear that sound of a round being racked into position. I may not be 20 again, but I'm damn-sure twenty years younger at that moment.
Yep.
Sadly, we cannot bring back the smells we find on a hunt.
But, we do bring back all the sounds.
Many people make comments about our safari videos as it makes them feel as if they are actually THERE with us.
I grew up shooting paper shells out of my Auto-5 long before plastic shells were developed. In fact, I have a few paper 12's left. Yes, there is a difference in the smell of a shot paper shell and a plastic shell. This all reminds me of early morning duck hunting on the rice islands at Utah's Clear Lake Wildlife Refuge, with the wind blowing amid overcast skies; my black lab sitting next to me as we both listened to the sound of whistling wings overhead as the ducks set their wings and started their glide into the decoys. . . .
Just being in the woods + still,enjoying the silent times,smells,+ peace of mind,+ it never matters if you shot something or not.That was never the real reason for being there.That is between you + your God.
Funny you should say that. My ex- many many years ago said that it would make a fine men's cologne + I agree.True bit here;it also helps to cure headaches. Don't know why.But the smell does it,for me at least.
I suspect the smell has something to do with the wax. Whatever it is, the smell of a paper hull is nothing short of wonderful. Current and future generations are missing out on a wonderful thing.
Jim Kobe,I can only assume you are reffering to the same reference in the blues songs about "a one eyed cat peeking in a seafood store."Yeah,that was the code.
That smell is like cologne! 
