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.

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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.