Monday, August 6, 2012

Italian American Sportsmens Club Hunting Event 1951




Italian American Sportsmens Club Hunting Event 1951

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Back in the 1030's and until recently, most neighborhood social clubs had a "cabin" in the pines where the members would spend a week of the deer season. I believe Italian American was on Route 539 just before it crossed Route 72 (tne main road to LBI), while Rainbow of Polish North Trenton was across 539 closer to Chatsworth. I remember the local papers posting pictures of a dozen or so, deer hung and ready for the butcher towards the end of the week. Top Road may have had a club too. A cook was hired for the week along with a local for a guide and a few beaters for drives. Of course evenings were spent playing cards, tipping the bottle and seeing who could come up with the biggest lie.

Skip

Anonymous said...

Should have read 1930's, sorry. This was after the stoc kede restocked after the population was hunted out before turn of the century, hence a Jersey deer is a "Virginia Whitetail" since they were brought north to repopulate the herd. It is hard to imagine NJ with deer and turkey extinct, but they were.

Skip

Anonymous said...

No, Skip has not been drinking. Wife "adds" all kinds of things to the computer that slow it down and make the simple task of typing or correcting a nightmare.

Sorry!

Mack said...

Hi Skip:)

Good stuff. It adds a history to the post. I never care about typos.
Good work :)))

Joe Fabiano said...

I loved going to the "IASC" as a kid in the 60's and 70's a lot of these type photos were scattered around the restaurant....Remember the huge bar? It was great for us kids to have dinner and then roam the grounds...Thanx for the memories Mack...joeyfabs

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RALPH LUCARELLA said...

HI MAC....IN THE 60'S, FRANK AGABITI AND I WENT TO THEIR CAMP IN FLORIDA FOR 2 DAYS AND STUFFED OURSELVES WITH THE CATCH. JOHN BALDESORIE COOKED THEM AND WE HAD A BALL. THOSE WERE THE DAYS. BEST REGARDS.

Anonymous said...

I loved to go in the back to where they raised pheasants. We were always in trouble, dressed for a wedding but coming back with briars and mud.

Skip