Saturday mornings my best friend and I would ride our bikes out past the city limits in to the country with his over under 22lr .410 and my Marlin golden 39 M and don't forget that 50 cent box of 22lr ammo from the local hardware store. If a 12 year old were to do that today we would see him on the 10:00 news and he and his parents would be on some watch list.
Unfortunately, you are correct.
We (either alone or with a group) would often take our shotguns to school and let them keep them in the office until the end of the day so we could ride the bus to our friends house so we could hunt rabbits and squirrels when school was dismissed. After getting off the bus, we'd walk right down the street and railroad tracks. Sometimes 4 or 5 of us side by side, all with rifles and shotguns thrown over our shoulder.
No one even batted an eye, because, well, it was America and not Russia.
Further, I can remember in 4th grade, we didn't even have a pencil sharpener in class so Mr. Smith would allow us to get our cub scout knives out and sharpen our pencils in the garbage can that sat next to the door up in front of the room.
I grew up in a time when it was great to be an American.
Very nicely put.
Great thread Larry.......
I had similar experience to many listed.
Pheasant hunting all week end with my double barreled 12ga.
squirrels when I would skid 7th hour to get to the woods first.
biking to the egde of town with my gun on my handle bars or hitch hiking to the river bottoms to shoot Mallards and then back home. In my wadders with a shotgun.
Imagine seeing that today. there would be helicopters and swat teams.
I still hunt many hours, many days but mostly in a tree with my bow waiting for the big one to walk by. In the stand with Joe......waiting for a buck, maybe tomorrow, a doe
Great thread. best line ever.......No one even batted an eye, because, well, it was America and not Russia.
RCG
