My grandma mentioned some things she saw and went through during the great depression.

They lived near the river and every day the banks were crowded with people fishing. It was crowded day and night, both winter and summer. People would walk for miles up and down the banks looking for the schools of fish that got harder and harder to find.

Deer disappeared. The farmers and hobos shot them clean out by the second year of the depression.

At night, all the farmers fields filled with people stealing what little crop was left after the harvest.