Ah, the memories of our youth. I grew up in the fifties and could walk through the neighborhood with my .22 rifle and a couple of friends on our way to the fields we played in and no one thought anything about it.
The closest thing to nostalgic around here is the farm supply store where ammuntion is sold near the checkout counter as an impulse item. They carry a fair selection of cartridges from .22 to .300 Win. The .22 shells cost a wee bit more than a penney apiece these days and they make you buy 50 at a time. The centerfires cost more than the $27.50 I paid for my first .30-06, purchased used at the local hardware store in the late fifties.
