When I was 8 or 9, just walked out the back door with a pocket full of .22 shorts and pretty much any direction after that. I wasn't able to see anybody else's house or barn from there. My aunt had similar rules to Uncle Kid's concerning her Winchester 62a although rattlesnakes and cidadas were always okay game.
Would somtimes be able to bring home a rabbit, dove, or quail.
Tramped around the countryside with friends as a teen and we'd go into the (very) small town for a "cold-drink" and shoot a game of pool with our .22 rifles leaning by the door.
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