From what I've heard from my dad, I'm not sure that his family could even afford guns during the depression. They relied heavily on traps, snares, fishing, and trot-lines. If they had no luck, they didn't eat dinner. They weren't very picky about what they caught, either. Blackbirds, Blue Jays, Wrens, Mockingbirds, it didn't matter. If it went in the trap, they ate it.
