I can’t tell you how many times we walked down the road with loaded guns when I was a teenager. It was a lot.
My grandfather bought me my first .22 rifle when I was 10.
Yeah, but it wasn’t an ASSAULT .22, or even CLOSE to ‘scary’ looking
Yep, shooting rats at the city dump
was great sport. No one around on
Saturday afternoon. With high dirt
banks on all four sides. Our city
cop would show up sometimes and
give us shooting pointers. We had
to walk thru town to get there,
and there would, at times, be
six or eight of us kids, rifles
loaded. I think the city was happy
with keeping the rat population
under control. I don’t recall a
single misfire, or near accident.