I, also, grew up in the 50s. We lived in a small ranching/farming community. On Saturday morning I would take my .22 and carry it right through town and walk about 20-30 minutes to my 'hunting grounds'. Depending on what was in season, I would hunt until nearly dark, and then walk home with my booty if I had been successful. That is how all of the young boys did it. I have zero regrets about my childhood.
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