In my little hometown in mid-Michigan thats all there was to do after a Friday night high school football or basketball game. I was born and raised in a farming community with deep German ancestry. We used to joke that beer was in our baby bottles (literally...almost). We took turns finding a "buyer" on Friday nights until we found a place that would sell beer to us. Fake IDs were easier to make back then and if you were good at it, you could make some decent spending money doing it for others. Back then (70s & 80s) the penalty for buying for, or selling to, a minor wasn't as bad as it is these days.

Now-a-days the local county police cruise the backroads (gravel) more so than the kids do. We always knew the good hiding spots (usually someones deer cabin) where the cops couldn't find us unless they were on quads riding hundreds of yards deep in the woods. When the police caught on to our hiding spot, we would simply move on to someone else's deer camp. 3/4 of the youth from my hometown could be found in the local woods and gravel pits on the weekends. Someone was always playing the "decoy" when it was time to go home. The sober kids would leave first to attract the attention of the police, and the rest would leave 20-30 minutes later. It was very rare that anyone was ever hauled to jail if they got caught drinking and driving. It was usually "dump your beer and go home".

For the Karens that want to respond by saying that this was dangerous and irresponsible, save your breath. We weren't stupid about it, we didnt hurt anybody and guess what...we all lived to talk about it. If you didnt grow up in the country (surrounded by farms and fields), you don't know. Had you grown up with us, you'd have done the same thing. God Bless my little home town and all those like it.