When I was nine, we moved from the rural Adirondacks, to the central part of the state.
I was excited to see cottontail rabbits all around the small town we moved to, and started hunting.
Looking back on it now, I tracked rabbits on snow through peoples back yards, and into the few places that were grown up with brush, and briars. All within the village limits, and like I said, literally through peoples back yards. Nobody said a word. Of course at that age, nobody probably thought much about a kid "playing" with a little recurve bow.
I killed my first archery rabbit not long after that with my little recurve. I tracked it from the hedges that separated our yard and our neighbors, through a couple more yards, and spotted it hiding in a pile of old wood in another neighbors back yard. That was my first bow kill. I've been hooked ever since.
I can also remember walking into the little store in town with my bow in hand, and a quiver full of arrows on my back. I wouldn't try that one today.
Bob