sam didomizio carletti

sam didomizio carletti - opening day, more of the ring- necks fell to...
opening day, more of the ring- necks fell to the gun than the Red Chinks on the Indian border. Although the game protectors' reports have it that there were fewer gunners afield on opening day than in many a ye*:, word from many of the local contingent have it they were out in force and did their share of blowing holes in the ozone. * * « Leading the pack into Quakertown were C h e s t e r ' s Harry Sweeney and George Green. With Fred Wheeler of Media, this trio had a field day on rabbits, with three roosters and ths same number of squirrels swelling the day's bag. Hot rodder Charlie Fenza was still talking about the big buck he lost up in the mountains after hitting it with an arrow. Intensive tracking produced nothing, but the thrill still rates high enough to overshadow any gained during the small game hunt. A future taxidermist out Linwood way was having his troubles getting ready for the opening whistle. According to former gridiron terror Ed Dodds, Jr., young Sonny Kochart was on pins and needles for days prior to Saturday. As is understandable with the very young, the fascination of the hunt and of guns never ceases. Unfortunately, Sonny couldn't get too many specimens to practice on while in the field, but then too, some of our top guns have a little trouble getting their limits. One of these is Hot Shot Sammy Carletti. For the first time in ages, our boy Sam was at a loss for words to explain the bad score he rnd his cronies had for the big day. Springfield's Bill Hazard hosted our brother Earl, the retired admiral, and nephew Joe on 900 acres of land up in York, and as usual, the young showed up the old boys when it came to handling the guns. All the game accounted for during the day was in Joe's game bag. A tad day for the ole tops. The Dzedzys have been known to bowl together, fish together, imbibe together and' this day they proved they can miss together. Crooner Lou Silvestri, looking like a red ace from Tuesday's miserable morn, accounted for a few gun reports ,heard up around Exton while out brother Gino. Our family party did well enough in Denver to keep the freezer g o i n g for a Friends and old pro, Sam should add a few to the chest just as soon as he learns to release the "safe" on his gun. * * » Anyway, we're kinda glad the first day is over with. Now everybody becomes friends again, and the hard feelings about being cut out of the first day party should ,be over. The secret gunning places are no longer hidden, the alibis are set aside and one suggests the other join the gang, {perhaps in hopes of finding each other's special spots). The truth is finally coming out as to the number of misses and the total day's bag. The pressure is now off and peace is settling among the clan again. There are even smiles when one misses, and the one problem now seems to be free time and how to get it. Real fun. · * * While all this was going on, Charlie (pool shark) (the lousy pun intended) Bostic was hitting Augustine and Penn Beaches in Delaware trying to snare the stripers that are reported in the area. Using blood worms, Charlie was ably assisted in baiting his hook by a friend who prefers to be known as Moby Dick Stosh. (Who?) The two admitted drowning more worms the past week there were birds shot Saturday. Selling sports gear and using is a worm of another color. secret in catching stripers, we hear, depends on what end of the .worm you bait the hook with.

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  1. Delaware County Daily Times,
  2. 01 Nov 1962, Thu,
  3. Page 28

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