I graduated in the mid- 80's and times were much different even then. Keeping hunting guns in your car was very common. In the spring when we had "home" track meets, school would let out at 3:00 but the track meet wouldn't start until 5:30. Head track coach would split the boys (and an occasional girl) up into 2 teams and we would go out groundhog hunting. Everyone had their own little honeyholes on some isolated backroad or friendly farmers field. Rules were always the same... teams back by 5:00, team with most hogs didn't have to do run timed sprints the next practice. Track coach was a Horse owner and had a deep hatred toward those groundhogs. Said one of his prized quarter horses had broken a leg in a GH hole in the past. Kept the boys busy for a couple of hours and eliminated some hole makers in the process. I think the coach was more proud of me the day I shot 5 hogs with my marlin 39A than he was when I won the conference 4 years in a row in the high jump.
I still remember the day the Vice-Principal made me bring that Marlin into his office so he could see the Lyman peep sight I had on it. Today they'd call in homeland security, lock down the whole county, set up the National Guard, film it on CNN and then lock me up and throw away the key!!
