If I didn't know this was my father, I'd be, er, a little scared. Okay, a lot scared--. My father's family had what they called a camp in the hills of Pennsylvania. This picture was probably taken there. The back of the photo has a date: Dec 48.
While my Dad was known to occasionally cast a fishing rod on the Cape, I don't remember him talking about the culture of hunting. I guess it was part of going to the camp.