I used to keep a 20 gauge shotgun in my HS locker during the fall. Would go squirrel hunting after school. The Principal would always ask me to bring him some back.
Growing up in Northern Minn, I remember my shop teacher giving us safety classes in hunting, and tips on how to trap muskrats and beavers.
Hell, the first job I had that paid an hourly wage was driving a forklift for “Anderson Lumber Yard” when I was barely 16.
Oh Lord for the good old days.