As a teenager, I lived on the edge of town. Grab a rifle or shotgun, walk across the road and hunt. My high school was about two blocks away. Every fall would see me walking past the school in the afternoon with a rifle or shotgun. The football team would be practicing. No one saw anything unusual. I'd be hunting within sight of houses sometimes. The adults would check to make sure I was exercising muzzle control and not shooting at game with houses as backstops
Once they say I was hunting safely, they'd go about their business. Never had a complaint and the police waved at me.
Town of about 5,000 at the time-Waynesboro, Ga.
Oh yeah-the dates. From 1967 until 1972.