Going through a box of miscellaneous stuff from my dad. In 1967 him and his parents, he was 20, took a long summer trip from Colorado to Alaska. Here's his fishing licenses from that trip, annual Yukon and 10 day Alaska. That trip was 3 people in a regular cab pickup pulling a small camper. On the return, they swung through WI, and that's when dad first met my mom.

Cool piece fsmily history..

Mac

That's neat. I have a bunch of my old hunting, fishing and trapping licenses from back when I turned 18 and had to start buying them. Even out of state and duck stamps. Thats when they really looked like a licenses and not a stupid piece of paper.

That's really cool.