Carrying rifles and handguns, left them in our cars, unlocked. The fancy rich people had gun/rifle cases, some were made of wood. Showboats.
The police would sometimes pull me over as they did not recognize a rifle or two, and what was that coating?
Teflon, my friend. It was dad's business, one part of it did Coast Guard and Highway patrol weapons. The other did oil company valve seals.
Dad taught me early how to bond Teflon. I still have some or the first tools I owned, and the Teflon is still there.
We live in a small mountain town. Guns are not illegal. We know the forestry workers, and the police. We talk about where we think the deer are, and new guns we have gotten.
Hate to go to the city. I never know if I am breaking a law, or not.