I remember sitting in my Dad's cousin's front yard back in the early 80's. We were in a small town near Enid, Oklahoma where he grew up and were drinking some of his home brew. He still had a fence around his front yard. He grew up during the Depression and he explained how back then everybody's yard was fenced and you didn't even come through the front gate without first hailing the house and seeing if it was okay. He kept his 760 Remington 30-06 right by the front door.
