From the early 70s, till just a few years ago, I hunted with a group every year. It was 36 miles of some of the worst swamp you ever seen. We used Nodwells (Big Tracked Tractors) to get there. Every year someone either forgot his shells, his gun, lost his shells, or his gun, on the way in. Any way we always needed at least one extra gun, sometimes two. That's why I bought my first Handi rifle, an extra gun I could just throw it on the dash of the tractor and leave it there till needed.
So many times I watched these guys throw that single shot up and shoot a Moose, Caribou, or Bear. Make a good shot, but when the animal did not go instantly down, they pulled the hammer back and the gun went click. So they pulled the hammer back again and the gun went click. Good thing they had made a good shot. In their excitement they were forgetting to open the breech and put a new shell on the chamber. They just kept pulling the hammer and going click. They all shot bolt guns normally.
Had a friend back in the 70s that had built a hunting blind out in a good valley. Every year his wife would have him do something extra to the blind. After a few years that tree house had all the comforts of home. Metal roof, waxed cardboard and foam walls. A sink, and kitchen area with propane stove. a closet with a toilet seat, a couple of old recliners, a double bed, windows that opened for shooting ports on every wall. The side that faced the valley, had a table along that wall, with shooting rest in place. The two recliners faced that window. The trees that supported the house were spiked to keep Black Bears from climbing up there. At night they pulled the ladder up and was nice and safe for her comfort. They used that tree house for 18 to 20 years, then a forest fire came along, and whoosh, everything gone.
