This is something I still think about daily.
When I was a kid, about three, we moved to Indianapolis because Dad changed jobs and went back to college, eventually becoming an engineer. We lived there until I was 10.
While there, I really wanted a gun, and to hunt. Dad was not a hunter, new guns but wasn't a gun owner, and there was no place to shoot it in the city.
There were plenty of honey bees on dandelions and clover.
I made rubberband guns and started hunting them. Over the years, I went from shooting rubberbands off my finger to making clothespin thumb triggers to finally making index finger-actuated triggers, all before the age of 10.
We moved to Wabash as I was entering fourth grade. The rubberband guns came with me, and continued to serve well as toys, with rubberband guns being a thing with my friends, my little brother, and myself.
They gave way as I was finally able to own airguns and, later, powder arms.
But they sure were fun.
And the bee population still hasn't recovered.
Regards,
Josh