Yesterday's post featured an October 1962 Pic-Way shoe ad with a hunting theme. Today's post looks back at the Lorain Journal's coverage of two moose hunts in the Great White North – undertaken by Lorain County hunters – from that same period.
The article and photo below appeared in the Journal on October 11, 1962.
"There'll be moose on the table this winter in at least a half dozen Lorain County homes," the article begins.
"Frank Mate, 1026 Brownell Ave., and Kenneth Love, 4117 Talbot Lane, made their first hunting trip to the White River region in Ontario, Canada, two weeks ago and each bagged a moose on the first day.
"Each animal weighed about 1,200 pounds.
"Their game was flown out by White River Air Service which reportedly has been doing a booming business hauling animals."
"The other area group bringing back two moose included John Shullick, 1605 W. 30th St., Charles Endrizal, 2946 Park Dr., John Grasse, of Amherst, and Worth Mertz, of Elyria.
"Shullick made the "big" kill in the Algoma railroad and Oba River district in Canada. His 1,200-pounder had a rack measuring 60 inches.
"Endrizal bagged a moose cow weighing about 800 pounds.
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This article was of interest to me for several reasons.
For one thing, I've spent a lot of time in Canada over the years, especially in the area around North Bay, Ontario (which is about a 3 1/2 hours drive north of Toronto). Although there are moose crossing signs along Highway 11 as ubiquitous as deer crossing signs in the States, I've seen a moose up close exactly once over the course of about 15 years.
But the main reason I posted this article is because it features one of our neighbors when we lived at 1604 W. 30th Street in Lorain.
The Shullicks lived right across the street from us, and were a nice family. The Shullicks' daughter Susan was our first babysitter, and I recall having a crush on her. I also remember that Mr. Shullick drove a jeep (which left a big impression on me as a kid) and picked us up from Charleston Elementary School one time when it was raining really hard and my parents only had one car.
Happy memories of being a kid on W. 30th St. in the early 1960s.
4 comments:
You're right, Dan, happy times. They were good neighbors. But I will always remember the day his son John told me that the Easter Bunny wasn't real.
Dere's Moose?
Vat?
No Skvirrel?
I think you've got something there, Don. Maybe all of the hunters were really Pottsylvanian spies with the same instructions: Keel Moose!
Who didn’t have a crush on Natasha Fatale?
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