Believe it or not, if you were a kid back in the '50s or '60s,
it was possible to hang out with the newspaper shooters
and learn some stuff. I cut a guy's lawn, and washed his windows,
and he'd let me carry his gear down to the Olympia when he shot hockey.
He was no dope. It was a competitive business, and even if you shot for one of the dailies, you didn't have a guaranteed spot to shoot. And if the editor told you to get a certain shot, at a certain size, you just had to do it. You shot from the corners. And if you had a kid to carry all your bags,
he could sit on them while you went up for a beer and hotdog for dinner.
This was before we were called Interns or Assistants. I was "The The Kid Who Sits on My Bags".
I got in to see the Wings, eat a couple hotdogs, and when I was ready, to watch in the darkroom.
Equipment. Ah, well. None of this clamping DSLRs to a rail aimed at either net, and getting comfy with a remote in one hand, a beer in another.
AND, precious little of the Nikon F/F36 motor/300/2.8/ TriX pushed to the moon. If the editor wanted to see a face you did it the old fashioned way. Get close, get eye level. (No, this is NOT one of my efforts ! And, yep, this one had some flash help !)
Three skills were handy. You absolutely needed to know HOW TO:
1. Shoot a split second before peak action
2. Push the film (and flash in the ice in the darkroom)
3. How to draw a puck, with grease pencil, on a ferrotyped print.
S H H H H !
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Old School: Shooting Hockey ! 
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