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I would never go anywhere near public hunting land during hunting season. While I don't support their reaction and you had every right to be there, I do have some empathy for their response to your presence. . Consider this......one of them may have had you in their sights and ready to pull the trigger, of course if you were wearing your blaze orange then this would be unforgivable/inconceivable but it happens! If you weren't wearing blaze orange, what if one of the hunters was pro-kill? If they are hunting on public lands they obviously don't have access to private property hence their opportunity to hunt may be extremely limited and you just crapped all over their day, and don't get me wrong you had the right to do that. Also there is the possibility that they may have been hunting to put food on the table. So while the reaction to your presence was no doubt out of line, my recommendation would be stay out of the woods during hunting season.

Based on some of the photos, the Army guys interacted with civilians quite a bit, including having a dance...

Grandpa never talked to me about the war. Talked to my dad very little about it. But, he took hundreds of photos while over there as a member of the 752nd. I have downloaded the photos and some were taken during live combat, but most before and after the overthrow of Mussolini. Some of his photos were quite good at capturing the horribleness of war.

Here's my Grandpa in Italy, but he's wearing his 1911. He preferred it to the revolver.

Hey, I'm brady from PA and I've always been interested in bigfoot, folklore, and the outdoors in general. I joined the forums because my brother showed me it and I was interested. Also I want to learn more about this kind of stuff.

After your grandfather fought to take Italy, and make it a reasonably safe place for the Allies, my own father was stationed at Foggia, Italy. The US based the 15th Air Force there, to bolster and supplement the 8th Air Force, which had already been flying from bases in England. Unlike in England, the bomber guys were encouraged not to fraternize with the Italian civilians. Lord knows, those poor souls had been thru hell, life under Mussolini, then basically occupation by the Nazis. Dad's friends had one guy that spoke Italian, and bartered with the natives for fresh eggs. Other than combat, I think Dad's most hated experience was the powdered eggs. Heh! Like your grandfather, and the entire generation of WWII vets, Dad didn't speak of his experiences for years, until his three sons were grown, and continued to ask about it. I think it was a catharsis when he finally started relaying some of his experiences. He witnessed Forts next to his own shot down in flames by the flak anti-aircraft fire.

Up a little ways N yesterday for some bog trotting in an area about centrally located between 2 sightings of very differently described creatures, tall, lanky reddish haired adult with shorter assumed juvenile crossing the road and a dark colored, stout individual sighted from a canoe as it stepped up onto a shoreline boulder. About 20 miles apart as the crow flies. Didn't see any BF sign but plenty of color and Northern Pitcher plant: walking old woods roads, giant lichen/moss covered glacial erratics back in here along with old bear tracks crossed a few streams on the way, this was the only misty one: Ran video a bit of the drive out for the hail mary road crossing...