Warden: How are things going? Me: Well we both got our bucks and limit of Roosters and now we are looking for hens.
We got an escort to my truck to show him our bucks and Roosters and get a stern warning about hens.
He did not laugh when I showed him two male rabbits "Bucks" our Roosters and explained to him we didnt want to shoot the female quail aka hens.
He smirked a little at the end though.
I worked as a bar bouncer in my younger days, a detective came in one night trying to blend into the crowd “undercover” to see if he could buy drugs from folks in the bar. He was not the type to do such work, #1 he was well known officer in the town, #2, he was not the party type of guy that would be looking to buy in such a bar.
He came over to me and asked who he needed to talk to get some coke. I told him I could get him all he could ever want. He got all excited and told me if he liked what I brought him, he would be a regular buyer from me. Told him I wasn’t the person he could get it from but that I would introduce him to the right folks that would keep him serviced every night in the bar. Told him to keep his money, the first round sample would be on the house. I told him to stay by my bar stool, that I would be right back with his “refreshment”
I walked around the bar talking to several people, the bar maids, the dj, the owner of the bar, my friends at the pool tables, every once in awhile looking back at him shaking my head no at him. I was gone about 10 minutes before I walked over to the soda cooler and grabbed a bottle of coca-cola. The cooler was out of sight of where he sat down. When I walked back around the corner I gave him a big smile and thumbs up as I walked his way at the back door. He stood up smirking the way some cops do when they think they are smarter than you are and are about to bust you.
“Well did you find me some?” he asked as I got close to him. Sure did, I replied setting the bottle of coke down on the table. You could see the rage just about put him into a stroke, he was furious! I told him he needed to work on his undercover skills and disguises, that he stood little chance of even getting the stupidest drug dealers of the community to believe his approach or sell him narcotics. He stormed out the door and am quite sure he threw a tantrum out in the parking lot. I never saw him in the bar again.
We crossed the creek and set up and called. There was a quick gobble and two toms came in and my cousin killed one of them.
As we go back to my pickup we see the Game Warden parked behind my pickup. When we got close I said loud enough for the Game Warden to hear, "you're going to have to tag this one". Of course it was already tagged.
When we got to the pickup in visiting with the Game Warden we asked him how he found his way here. He said "oh we've had a tracking device on your pickup for several months". He then said he kidding. He said what he was really doing was checking to see if we had any issues with some hunters from Georgia, which we had not. Obviously, someone had reported a problem.
I dealt with him a couple of other times and he seemed like a good guy. He is no longer our local CO. I have dealt with his replacement a couple of times and he seems ok. I asked about the previous CO and he said that he is his supervisor. It. is good to know that a CO of his caliber is still with the agency.
