We used to walk through our neighborhood to the “Woods” aka the Humber river with our pellet guns with no problems whatsoever.
A very vague early childhood memory concerns an unfortunate accident in which one brother of an area family shot the other in the head with a .22, he died.
Our parents would remind us of this as the situation warranted.
I should ask my brother when next I visit. He is the last living repository of such ancient family lore.
