When I lived with my grandmother in Maryland in the late '60s, things were VERY different. We were only 20 miles south of Baltimore, but the area was semi-rural. Got our first redlight in '66. The road in front of the house was paved with oyster shells and tar. Population was 900.
Our neighbor across the road had 20 acres where we kids camped, hunted, and went target shooting. We even built a small range. We could walk around with our rifles without any comments. Sometimes the local LEOs would shoot with us.
There were a number of abandoned farms that had numerous rabbits. An older man would take us hunting on these farms. Old Pete had a double barrel Fox and a beagle. We didn't get all that many bunnies, but we sure had fun!
Well, time changes all things. The heirs sold off the farms for tiny lots filled with crackerbox houses. Public housing was built and trash from Baltimore moved in. Police sirens became an everyday occurance, where in the past everyone would go out on their porchs to look when a siren was heard.
The population went from 900 to 7000 in ten years and now stands at over 25,000 and the laws, well, as has been stated by others, make the former Free State the People's Republic of Maryland.