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Cat Patrol: 1942

November 1942. "Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (vicinity). Montour No. 4 mine of the Pittsburgh Coal Company. Assistant superintendent getting ready for a hunting trip." Medium format acetate negative by John Collier for the Office of War Information. View full size.

November 1942. "Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (vicinity). Montour No. 4 mine of the Pittsburgh Coal Company. Assistant superintendent getting ready for a hunting trip." Medium format acetate negative by John Collier for the Office of War Information. View full size.

 

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Montour No. 4!

I used to live over the hill from that mine and its mining town, known both as Lawrence and Hill's Station, which is likely where this picture was taken. The mine ran under my house is a leafy Pittsburgh suburb, and operated until it was flooded by a breakthrough from the adjacent, closed Montour #10. The rail line that swung like an arc south of Pittsburgh connecting the Pittsburgh Consolidation Coal Company's mines is now a popular rail trail.

Shoots & Fleas

Teaching a cat to use a shotgun can lead to nothing but trouble.

"Lifter"

As subsailor says it's probably a Remington shotgun, a "lifter" design like the Remington-Whitmore. It looks like cleaning and oiling time (which I'm not sure I'd do in such nice clothes)

The vibe

of 1600's Dutch painting.

Yes please

Like fanhead, I'm all about that fabulous chair. What a work of art. The kitty ain't bad either but I prefer tuxedo cats.

Fair deal

I would trade the shotgun for that gorgeous chair. And I'll throw in the cat.

Shotgun from the Past

Looks like a very old E. Remington & Sons 12 Gauge.

[He's also packing a Mouser. - Dave]

Hunting cats

When the cat, Mary Ann, currently sleeping at my side was younger, she and her sister would accompany me when I would go out on our property deer hunting. One evening, I was sitting on a log and noticed the cat sitting in front of me was staring and her ears were pointed. I raised my rifle and spotted a buck about 40 yards away. At the shot, the deer ran and Mary Ann ran after it. It went into a thicket of briars and I had to work my way in. When I got there, Mary Ann was sitting on the deer's neck, swatting and biting its ears. As good a tracker as she was, I was never able to train her to retrieve.

A hammer double.

Heirloom material.

Great trainer

I would prefer to take a dog.

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