Had a large portion of my youth in south Louisiana here. Same damn deal. I had a deer rifle and a duck gun in my closet at 10 years old. Keys in ignitions and unlocked doors. My mom sometimes shot feral cats and possums with 22 rat shot. Just scared then off. Good times. It's all got to be true still somewhere, that kind of peace. Maybe I find that place one day. It won't be this year, tho.