oldvalleyrat said:
Yes it was just like that in the 50s. If I remember correctly it was that way till I went to A&M in the early 60s. Seems like everything changed during that time. I got married and moved to SA for about 10 years from 67 - 77 and when we moved back you had to have somebody's permission to hunt on their land. It always used to rain about time for Whitewing hunt so it was major humid and hot. I remember my dad had to sit in the car one hunt because he got too hot.
As I said the hunting was more fun by that time to hunt Quail. My dad was good friends with the County Judge and we used to hunt quail on his ranch out north of Edinburg in our old WWII jeep. Those were the days. I don't even have a shot gun any more!
Sorry meant to reply earlier.
We didn't arrive in the RGV until the mid-80's, but my Mom was born in Alice and my grandfather worked the oilfields in the Valley a lot from the 30's through the early 70's. He had big tales of the dove opener and hunts down here and it was just like you mentioned. In talking to some other older folks I heard that when development started going outwards of some of the cities, and with more formality in the farming, the open road hunting got way restricted. Especially around citrus groves.
In any Texana book you always seem to find pictures of opening dove season day in the RGV and it looks like the Clampetts slinging 12 gauges at alien invaders, it was a true momma, papa, sister, hunting club deal. What a neat thing to experience.
When we moved here there were always lots of hunters coming down for the two weekends of dove season in the Valley and then those going through to Mexico. Mexico hunting through the early 90's was a lot of fun as you could get the permit and liscense and do it yourself just over the river. Then they make it mandatory to have guide, special land based permits, and all kinds of other restrictions. This was done to make it only feasible to go through the big money hunting lodges that were springing up and in true fashion it was some well heeled and big money gringos that lobbied for this change as they were putting in lodges.
Some of the best times I had growing up were dove hunts on the saturdays after football games and saturday practice. Good or bad, the drinking age was still 18 and us kids were trusted enough to go out hunting on our own. We had some epic fun hunts.