(seriously, there must have been a Johnny Appleseed of Porn who kept 70s-80s kids laced with mags)
I've always thought the same thing, and had always hoped to meet that man so I could shake his hand (well, maybe with gloves on considering his work...), as his random porn scatterings had my friends and I going on frequent quests into unknown territories. Whereas the Stand by Me kids wanted to see a dead body, seeing a half a torn page of a Penthouse with what looked kind of like a tit on it was enough to make everyone in the group happy so there were many expeditions into the fields and woods looking for any remnants to be had. Most journeys were unsuccessful, but occasionally, there was gold to be found. The time we came across someone's discarded box of weird (at the time) porn of latex bondage mags and domination porn where I recall someone shoving a candle in their asshole. It kept us occupied, intrigued, horny and simultaneously repulsed for weeks afterward.
I did carry his tradition on when I was in my late teens and took what was left of my stash and scattered it among the areas I combed as a young lad myself. Nowadays, you kids can simply open your browser and see Thai ladyboy fisting porn without having to work for it, what a sad turn of events it has been.