An overheard etiquette lesson:
"Dude! You hold the door open for a lady when she's carrying a gun."
Okay, to be fair, that particular comment was at the entrance of a sporting goods store as Caryl was leaving, rifle in hand. But it also reflects the reality that small arms are a given when you live in the countryside. To be sure, there are a couple of our neighbors1 who also migrated out of the city who aren't so thrilled about personal firearms, but they decidedly are the exception.
Besides seasonal hunting, in Nebraska it's entirely legal and acceptable to kill a predator that's threatening your livestock or poultry, and it's legal to hunt an animal that has killed your animals. This is essential not only for the monetary value of the livestock (and the downrange monetary value of its products) but also because of the home economic value -- if your meal plans, or wallet, depend on eggs (or home-butchered chicken, pork, and beef) then you need to make sure it goes into your mouth and not some coyote's. As Caryl puts it, "I'm not setting out a buffet."
Now if only we were allowed to hunt herbivores that threaten our crops and/or have eaten leaves off of trees. (My poor new, baby trees now all have to live within large wire cages or behind multiple rows of electric fencing. Tree jail, I call it. ~Caryl)
1Loosely defined as "Someone whose house I can see from my house."