Heh... I remember a lot of that lazs, even in California. Not as good as my Dad because he used to be able to walk out his back yard, walk a half mile, and shoot quail or whatever for dinner, and that was in San Mateo CA overlooking SF bay, but nowadays even carrying a gun in a legit hunting area may get you frisked and your gun confiscated if the gun doesn't LOOK right or the BLM jerkwad wants to give you a hard time.
Or is suicidal... The last time I was hassled, it was a BLM guy who jumped a group of us about 10 miles from the nearest road. One fed creep hassling 5 heavily armed guys because we had a colt sporter and an olympic arms AR, a mini-14, and 2 10+ round .22s, plus at least one pistol per person including the concealed my Dad was packing. Despite identifying ourselves as a retired CHP officer, active duty USAF officer, Reserve Army soldier, and 2 regular dudes, this guy wanted to walk off with the sporter and AR. Everyone had ID, every CA resident had a current CA hunting license, we had no contraband, and weren't even carrying any game since we weren't really out there to kill anything, just target shooting. No alcohol within 20 miles of us either.
The funny thing is that if we actually WERE criminals so he would have had a legit beef with us, he never would have gotten out of there alive. As he started rounding up our weapons, we pulled out no fewer than 12 firearms and even after we covered the hood of his truck with a wide variety of guns, he still left 3 of us armed as he tried to dig up a reason to arrest us or confiscate something. I saw a shovel in his truck so they never even would have found his body, and we were within 2 hrs walking dist from Mexico in a remote and unmonitored area of the border. He just saw some guys and decided to throw his weight around. He detained us for an hour while he tried to get confirmation over the radio that he could steal our guns or find a reason to arrest someone. An hour later, he let us go and he left, feeling somewhat foolish. I hope on later reflection, he realized that he'd been a jerk and that he was damn lucky to even be alive. As we were near an old trail that goes straight across the border, any other 5 guys might have lost patience after a few min and shot the idiot before he even called in the rifle serial numbers.
I'm very proud of the fact that not a single one of us lost our temper, or even let on that we were irritated by the whole thing. After the first 3-4 minutes explaining who we were and why he was wasing our time, including quoting the state law that specifically stated that our firearms were legal, we just sat down and let him waste his time blabbing on the radio and trying to convince the dispatcher to come up with something he could get us for. He knew he was wrong after the first 3 minutes and we were as polite as our parents taught us to be, but he just wouldn't let it go for some reason.
But yea, we were born free. Not sure what happened since then but I don't feel all that free anymore.
