Not with the new ones
I still have the fork made from a Hickory tree.
red rubber from a 'inner tube'
leather from an old worn out football.
For serious huntin'-- BIG ball bearings from the gas station.
Doves, squirrels, rabbit.
snakes -poison kind-in the wrong place
Both parents raised in the country. Dad said when I could hit a rock in mid air when tossed--I'd be ready. He hang up a ball of twine in an ol tree (size of a squirel's head), I practiced.
Only thing that saved my hide from a tanning when I was gone too long, or "walking the tracks"--was something in the burlap tote. Meat came in handy sometimes. Hunger a good incentive not to miss.