[BIGLOOK]

When I was a kid, farmers paid me to clear field of 'chucks'. If I was low on ammo, I'd head into town with my rifle to buy some more. A couple times along the highway, I was stopped by a NY State Trooper, routine check; No magazine, bolt out and checked my hunter's safety card....and asked me if I was having luck. When I got to the store, I'd hand my rifle to Betty at the front counter and head to the back where the gun rack and ammo was kept. Make my purchase and head out, collecting my rifle and get back to business.

I was fourteen then.

[oneolcop]

My experience like that was in upper lower Michigan. Mr. Whittaker’s farm. He supplied the ammo :)