I like old fishing and hunting photos, and I like the oldest ones the best. It's impossible to deny the wonder of the digital camera, but it takes something away from fishing and hunting photos. I don't know what it is that it takes away, but it's real. I think it's the smell of cigar smoke, outboard exhaust and Hoppe's No. 9 gun cleaning solvent. I can smell those things in these old photos.
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| Father's mother's father - my great grandfather - second from right, in glasses. |
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| Grandpa Brayshaw |
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| Brayshaw, Sr., circa 1970, in Colorado |
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| Grandpa Brayshaw: always photograph the first fish of the trip. |
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| Brayshaw with freezer-burned big bass, circa 1988 (bass caught in about 1983) |
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| Brayshaw, Ontario Canada pike, circa 1985. |
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| Brayshaw, Sr. One for the freezer, Ontario, Canada. |
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| Hair: thick, lush, no more. Indiana, circa 1988 |
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| Brayshaw & hunting pal, Phragmites the Dog, rabbit stew, circa 1989. |
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| Four fox squirrels, four shots, .22 caliber Ruger 77 |
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| Jonny: Successful fox hunt, two shots (one to make sure), 12 bore AYA. |
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| Brayshaw is foxy too. Large hammer, two hits (to make sure.) |
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