Ever do things in School in the old days that would get you in deep trouble now a days?? I remember two things. 1) i remember sneaking REAL fireworks to school and letting them off in the hall during class. 2) I remember one kid who would take any dare. So in Math class one day we dared him to eat 50 packets of Butter. He took us up on it and the MATH TEACHER GOT US THE PACKETS!!! His brother told us he was on the pot most of the night and their mother almost took him to the emergency room till she got the whole story. Now a days you can get in trouble for this. Times have changed.

no kidding i was selling candy at school and i got in trouble for it

I remember loaning my 5th grade teacher my pocket knife!

Having firearms in my vehicle and nobody cared

Making a ML pistol in shop class

Once we had our cubscout knife safety badge, in around second grade, we were allowed to carry pocket knives to school. We used to wittle spears on the playground at recess and lunch.

Keith

Did that as well as make a sword and several knifes in shop

We used to play smear the queer in grade school too.

Keith

I made a recurve bow and a skinning knife. Started carrying a pocket knife in 2nd grade and had one every day. Guns in a pickup window rack. Had a smoking area. We had to smoke outside but the teachers smoked in the teachers lounge.

A big change is discipline. Students didnt talk in class or sass teachers. I think the world would have ended if we cussed one or refused to do something. We were expected to learn reading writing and math. U.S. history and civics. The changes I see are not for the better.

Grade school we played dodge ball. Had monkey bars and teeter totters, tether ball and 4square. Played stretch and mumbly peg with our pocket knives. Never missed recess cause of cold weather.

kieth we called it kill the man with the ball

Absolutely right.

I remember skinning squirrels for my 6th grade Shop teacher in Shop class!!

Dipped snuff from grade school through high school always had a gun in the back window gun rack in the back window in high school won a 10 gauge single shot when I was a sophomore in FFA

I think we gave our teachers respect and mostly got it in return.

I needed to machine a part for my rifle and the shop teacher helped me get it right. It was a trigger mechanism. He even helped me tear the action down. Brought it all in a little cooler. The action that is. Teachers were more strict in the good ways and not liberal. Heck I baled hay on my science teachers family farm. He used to remind me that I could get into twice the trouble since he was my teacher as well. BUT he had the BEST fishing ponds in the county.

Years ago there was a smokers ramp outside. Teachers and students (high school) could smoke. Together even.

We would take our guns to school and keep them in the boiler room where the janitor had his office. After school we would hunt on the way home (approx 3 miles). At lunch time in the fall, we would pick mushrooms for our teacher. I hated class so I would have eraser cleaning duty, flag am/pm, audio-visual person and develop film.

My youngest nephew started doing archery at around 9 years old at his school. He is allowed to bring his bows and arrows to school. He goes to a private, Catholic school. He is 11 now and made his schools competitive team. He's the youngest shooter on the team and ranked second.

Keith

We used to fight a lot in grade 2 and 3 and get the strap all the time.

Took my single shot 12guage to shop class and built a new forearm and buttstock for it and carried it home on the bus bet ya can’t do that nowadays

That reminded me, in probably eighth grade, we were told we could not call the game "smear the queer" anymore. I don't think any of us understood why. I definitely didn't. We started calling it "kill the man".

We had a frequent substitute teacher whose last name was Faggott. None of us ever thought anything of it. Homosexuality wasn't promoted here back then. I don't think I ever knew about homosexuality until I heard about the Aids scare on the news in the late eighties. I didn't know any LGBTQs or at least anyone who was open about it. When I look back on it, there was one kid in my grade school who was probably gay, but we didn't know it. We just thought he was weird and effeminate.

I got my first kisses in 5th grade, from 2 girls a year older than me. I felt my first breasts in the library in 7th grade. Our teacher caught us and just lightly admonished us. They probably would expel boys for that now or label them as predators. In 8th grade, I was, in my opinion at the time, the coolest kid at Kings Island with a pretty girl on each arm at Kings Island, who were both my romantic girlfriends.

Times have really changed.

Keith

Pocket full of knives everyday

We turned loose a couple rattlesnakes in the gym while decorating for the Junior Prom.

I had more homework and tests ripped up by my 6th grade English teacher ...

Because the kid that sat in the isle to the left of me.... farted in class about every day.

Then in Freshman year of high school 1970...

A sophomore I knew....flushed an M-80 down the toilet in Chapel study..

Needless to say ....he got a week detention and I can't remember if any money was involved.

But what a noise !

And NEVAH mind the Streaking going on down the halls...lol

brought a .22 rifle to school for after school hunting. Walked down the corridors with it and stuck it in my locker. Nobody said a thing or even looked twice.
I wasn't the only one.

It was no big thing

HA HA HA HA HA!! On BOTH of those posts.

I can remember Pantsing Kevin Krishner when he was trying to ask Becky Konitzer for a date!! I SWEAR I NEVER KNEW HE WENT COMMANDO!! I SWEAR!!!

I wish m-80's were still easy to get . cherry bombs were good too. i tossed a cherry bomb in the school dumpster. caught the contents on fire. fire department showed up. was not busted on that one

Had a rifle in truck everyday , kids don’t know trouble they put a paddle on our rear for just getting out of line

Metal shop class one of our projects we had to make was a hunting knife still have it

Even though we weren't supposed to, we all made billy clubs in wood shop to keep under the seat of the truck. The shop teacher just looked the other way.

School was the worst experience of my life. I hated them and they hated me. Every year if you kissed enough butt you could get opening day of hunting season off. I never kissed butt and always took that day off to go hunting. My senior year they told me not to take the day off but I did anyway. They though they had me and they expelled me. Little did they know I had some pretty connected friends who were in the military. I moved to Hawaii and finished my high school there. Surfing, snorkeling and living one of the best experience of my life. I had the last laugh on them and it gave me great pleasure to finally get them back.

school i went to closed for three days. elk season and deer season both opened on separate saturdays. school was closed the following mon tue and wed.

Grew up in a dairy farming community. The bus drivers were farmers and leave the barn, hop on the bus and pick up kids. During deer season, our bus driver had his deer rifle on the bus, and we had the windows down looking for deer. 95% of our road were red shale roads. Great memories.

1980’s Catholic School girls in short uniform jumpers.
I graduated with nearly 700 kids so 9th to 12th grade we had nearly 3000 students.

Attended Penn State, had my 870 pump, .22 bolt and bow in my dorm room. Never an issue. Walked all around campus with gun in case to the student parking lot where my jeep CJ-5 was parked.

PSU so woke now; it would not recommend anyone to go. Don’t like James Franklin either, seems like he won’t draft white kids…..

This thread sure got me thinking about those old days and old friends. I got in my fair share of trouble, but it was (mostly) harmless stuff. My biggest problem was simply my last name made me guilty by association. A lot of kin in the county and known (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) raisers, all of them!
As ol' Waylon once said, "been busted for things that I did and I didn't do."

In 7th or 8th grade I got picked up by the Truant Officer one morning while on my way to hunt squirrels. He took me and my .22 rifle to school. My mom had to come pick me up.

In high school a lot of us would go hunting after school. Depending on the seasons, we'd have shotguns or rifles in our car trunks or displayed in racks in the rear windows or our pickup trucks. Some mornings there'd be a dozen guys standing around checking out a new gun someone had just got.

That same scenario today would get the school put on lock down, the swat team called and all involved arrested.

The liberals aren't winning...they've won. It's just a mop-up operation at this point.

The America we knew is gone boys.

I've got a very similar story I've told before about guys standing in the parking lot looking at shotguns. The high school principle walked by when we were doing that and simply said "You guys know better than that, put those away." We did as told, end of story. Wouldn't happen today!

All the above and I don't think I would do well in school of these times now.

My brother would carry his shotgun and bird dog to school. A few times the principal went hunting with him.

I remember the week of opening day of Deer Season none of the hunters showed up the first three days. Thursday and Friday were vacation days for Thanksgiving. I also remember playing hookie opening day of Trout season and ran into the Principal fishing too. He never said a word and I cleaned his fish and he gave me a ride home. That was 8th grade.

Probably never allowed, we would see how far we could jump off the swings at maximum velocity. We turned the seesaw into a human catapult- the fat kids always won that one, you always went more "up" than you go "out". You almost never see kids playing at the local parks anymore. The one near me is now fenced with a lock and never open when I take the grandkids down.

Schools around here were always closed the first day of Buck Season which was a Monday until they changed it to a Saturday several years ago.

one of our projects for the more advanced classes was making a cannon. When done they took them out back of the school and fired them.

I remember a kid in our high school shop class who made a fancy rollover cheek piece out of cherry wood for his Enfield rifle that he had a gunsmith redo for him. When it was finished, it was a gorgeous rifle.

After it was all done in shop class, the principal told him to put it in his locker for other students to see. The next day in morning announcements, the principal told the student body to check with the guy who made the rifle to see what could be accomplished when you set your mind to do something.

I sold hubba Bubba bubba gum and bub a-licious.Buy the piece for a quarter of a piece and it did not get in trouble for it.

good return

I would go to the principal and ask for the 1st week of trapping season off. He said if I got a note from my teacher that I was up to date on school work he would say ok. Did that 7th through 12th grade. If you took a few days off for trapping or hunting, my mom would write an excuse "needed at home" and no questions were asked.

I put fox lure on the radiator. They never knew it was me. The smell was awful and room had to be vacated.

All day every day.