My folks were small during the depression, but lived on a farm so there was never a shortage of food. Rabbits, squirrels, groundhogs, quail, partridge, and Pheasant were eaten to save the domestic stock for cash or trading. Then along came WWII and shotgun shells were nonexistent. .22RF was all that could be had, so all game was taken with .22s. At that time there was no Deer in Tennessee, they had been hunted out.
When I was about eight, the transplanted Deer herd was large enough for a limited hunting season. Dad went to Western Auto and bought a British Enfield 303. They would not sell him a partial box of shells so he just bought the gun. Then he went to the Hardware Store in Gainsboro and bought four shells. One to see where the gun shot, and the other three to hunt with. All three of those shells took a deer each.