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I graduated highschool in 2006. I didn't grow up in a hunting family but we were rural enough for students to talk guns with teachers, have rifles/shotguns in their vehicles on school property, make projects involving firearms, all without a SWAT team showing up. Now deaf children are being told to change their name because the hand sign for their name looks like a gun or a piece of paper has the general shape of a firearm causing kids to be expelled. Being cautious at school went from knee jerk reaction to downright insanity.
 
In our local high school now they bring in dogs and sniff down the school parking lot for drugs, guns, I don't know what all. I watched one dog hit on a car, watched the school officials go in and bring a student out to open his car up. In front of several cops and K9 handlers, school officials, teachers, janitor, you name it, the dog carefully and professionally worked over the inside of the car eventually uncovering a well hidden and cleverly disguised.............apple. That poor kid was just shaking, scared to death asking to call his parents while the search was conducted, which he was not allowed to do until things were wrapped up. I don't know how good those dogs really are, but I am always suspect as I have personally had $5000.00 lion hounds look me in the eye and SWEAR that porcupine peering down from high in a ponderosa was an 8 foot tom. Also have watched high dollar setters lock up on meadowlarks.

One of my buddies lives close to the school and has kids attending there. Their friends park cars at his house and walk the 300 yards or so to the school so that things are handy for a quick after school hunt, and so they aren't subjected to this kind of lunacy. Sign of the times, I suppose, but I know more than a few parents who would not take the idea that their kid was not allowed to call them laying down.
 
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We also didn't have the drug gangs and drug problem then as we do now.

We also lived in a more rural society instead of a metro/urban society.

The above and political correctness has changed our society for the worse, sad to say.
 
I still have gun racks clearly visible in my Jeep and have a rifle or shotgun in them a lot of the time, never questioned in my small hometown in Wyoming but if I leave them in there when I head to SLC for work I get all kinds of glares and I swear I've seen people call the cops on me while driving. Wish I could stay in Wyoming all the time...
 
You had to have yer rifle and shotgun handy, as well as yer buddies that didn't have a truck so you could go right from school. wasn't enough light to go home first and then to the woods! That's 4 guns in one vehicle, nowadays with ammo for all of em, that would be an arsenal!!
 
In my high school in Northern Ontario (Canada) we had a hundred-or-so fully functional Enfield #4 .303 rifles, PLUS several .303 BREN light machine-guns, PLUS a half-dozen C#7 .22 rifles (outwardly identical to the the #4).....which we fired in a dead-end hallway into a roll-away backstop.

Yep, the government trained us on all these firearms, and even sent us off to all-summer encampments to learn a variety of specialized soldierly skills far from home. A young man might study motor mechanics one summer, signals/radio, the next summer , rifle coaching the next etc etc etc.

It made our summers very interesting indeed, as well as seeing different parts of the country, From the Northern Ontario bush I was sent to to the Saskatchewan prairies, to the Alberta mountains, to the urban concentration of the nation's capital in Ottawa... we did travel!

....and we SHOT a whole lot, for free.
 
Heck yes I remember those day fondly. A .22lr and shotgun in the back window. Heck they didn't even make a fuss about coyote and bobcat carcass's in the bed from running my trap lines before school. Only ever got was a compliment about "that's a nice one." or Is that all you got?

Thank goodness I got out of school in the mid 80's
 
Dad was born in 1921 and passed last year at 90. One of his favorite stories was how he checked his traps on the way to school and one day he got sprayed by a trapped skunk.

He went on to school and everything was pretty much SOP till the wood stove thawed his frozen clothing ..... class was dismissed for the day.


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