A Fun non violent story, Late 60's
I grew up on a bay, my bedroom window overlooked the water and behind that was hunting ground. Behind the hill in the pic. Didn't matter what we hunted for, duck, rats or anything else that would pop up. Just had to be a little careful where you aimed because it was a narrow strip between a golf course and the beach parkway.
So my buddy and I set off one day in a duck boat to the other side. He was one of the few black guys in the school (you'll understand the reference later) we took the hunting license class together, we were buddies. So off we went, tied the boat to whatever and got into the riffs. Cutting my way through with a knife I sliced my knee. For whatever reason we decided to walk along the parkway to get to my home. There we were to kids carrying shotguns along the parkway. A state trooper goes by, then came back the other way, then almost passed us again but we waved him down. He pulls over and lowers his window a slight (like that would help?) and told him need a ride home and what happened. All relaxed he was a nice guy and drove me home. Then went and had stitches on the cut.
Thing is.... try that today? OH yeah another thing, when we went back for the boat it was gone.