Although I'm not exactly ancient, there was a period of my life I can call the good old days when it comes to guns. My first gun was a gift from my dad, an old as hell Savage 311A SxS that kicks like a mule. Shooting high brass hunting loads was painful. I took my hunters ed course, passed and dad handed me a shotgun. No FPID, no background check, no finger prints.
Technically, I was a Fudd. I had no interest in guns beyond ducks, geese and clays. I only ever took the gun hunting on a river across the street from my house, and occasionally skeet shooting to warm up for hunting season. Without even realizing it, I was operating within the confines of NJ's only slightly retarded laws back then.
When I'd go on a hunt, I'd gear up in camo, put on my ammo belt, grab my gun and walk across the street. It was just normal.
Fast forward a few years, I decided to by a pump action. No real hassle, had to get a FPID, filled out paperwork, and in spite of my PD only having 9 cops, two detectives and a chief, I had my FPID in ten days. Went and bought an 870 Express, and then back to business as usual.
I only became surprised after the first AWB, then NJ's insistence on holding on to it after the sunset, how I learned what a RINO was when Whitman was elected, and how far NJ has fallen in the US ranking for freedom. I have been surprised so many times that I'm no longer surprised at anything NJ does. Surprise has evolved into disgust.