After buying my first rifle, a new Voere .22LR for $44, the day I turned 16 in 1968, I carried it up to the local police station to have it registered, after previously being there earlier to get the permit to secure, and then walked up the main street of Tokoroa and home, about 5 kms, with the rifle over my shoulder with it's new sling and the magazine and bolt in it and a free packet of CAC .22LR ammo in my pocket. Nobody blinked an eye and several people made friendly comments. Nowadays, if you carried a rifle as far the letterbox in town some nosy neighbour would more than likely phone the police saying, "help, I've just seen someone with a gun" and we all know what would happen then.
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