I knew an old gentleman, called a mountainman for want of a better term, i knew him as Mr Alexander. Lived in the woods on his property up by our hunting cabin for 30 years or so that I knew him, who know how long it was. Rumor had it He went there after he came back from WWII and never left.
He was the self appointed protector of our, and a couple other properties. He had three weapons that I know of, a M1 carbine, an old single shot .410, and a Walther PPK or PP which he wore openly every single day long before carry permits. Not really the arsenal you immediately think of when thinking about a mountain man or living on the homestead in Michigan's northern woods. Yet that supplied him with game and protection for better than 30 years. I remember seeing him when I was out hunting, laying under a pine tree with that 410 all day long waiting and or snoozing, for a squirrel or rabbit, or deer. He had all day every day he was never in a rush.
Moral of this story is, who's to say what weapons belong on someone's else's property.