I grew up in a small town just like Mayberry. Third house down was next an 80 acre corn field. Shot pigeons uptown at the grain elevator and in the lumberyard with a pellet gun at the request of the owners. Walked through town with a .22 or shotgun to rabbit hunt just outside of town. Ate lunch most days in the local bar & grill sittin along side of the town drunk. Glad I don't live there anymore because it was in the communist state of Illinois. Was fun growin up there until I had to get a Firearm owners identification card just to buy a box of .22 shells. That's when I decided to get out. I was only 14 or 15 at the time.