How well I know, hg.
The mid-section of Florida used to be heavily cattle country, including where I was.
We had 1,000 acres, using only about 5 of them (my Dad was a consulting engineer), and allowed a friend who was a rancher to place his cattle on the land.
For that reason, we were not allowed to fire our .22 rifle unless it was at a threatening target, the bullet apt to carry a mile and possibly strike live objects.
The concept of respect and common sense in use and handling of weapons was a given for our generation.
It so happens that rancher later sold much of his vast holdings to create the city of Port Malabar!
I used to go along sometimes with them and others in their family for branding, and had my own horse.