In 1969 during hunting season, at 2:45 when class let out, I would open the trunk of my car and put on some hunting overalls. I would pull my trusty, rusty pump shotgun out, meet with a few other dudes. We would walk into the gym. The gym teacher got his stuff on and grabbed his piece from a locker. Up the stairs we went, down the hall past the principal's office, out the front door and across the street to the open fields on the other side.
That's how it was.
In 1957 I went hunting in Michigan and got stuck in neck-deep snow in a Buick Dynaflow. We had shot guns, rifles and a M1911 open on the backseat. A cop stuck his head through the window, looked at our arsenal and said: "You boys be careful now"
Some strapped the deer onto the trunk of the car to parade past the highschool.