I admit I did not read this whole thread but, to look back on happier, more reasonable, times.
As teenagers, that's many years ago, we would end a days shooting in the fields by dropping in at the local bar for a soft drink. It was the only place you could get a soft drink late in the day (by the time we reached the bar it was often after dark) and, for the same reason, it was also allowed to serve non-drinking age customers.
We cleared the shotguns on leaving the fields and stacked them against the wall of the bar, among the coats hanging on pegs just inside the door, when we entered the bar. We ordered our drinks, drank them, and picked-up our guns as we left. In a rural setting nobody thought this was particularly unusual.
The place, now unbelievably, rural England.