re: Any weird experiences with game wardens?

Here in NE AL it’s always amazing to me that the planting and flooding of the duck WMAs are woefully mismanaged while the biologists/game wardens all seem to hunt ducks on primo private land. Almost like it’s intentional…..

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at the boat blessing and didn't have enough life jackets in the boat. They were counting

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Ahhh ffs really??? What a dick.

My baseball coach was a Warden and he used our camp. His son and I were classmates.

Many years ago, weekend before duck season opened, dad and I ran the bayou and shot a pile of ducks.

While we’re in camp burning off the ducks, the door opens, it my coach in his warden uniform. We look back, he looks at us, says, “I’ll be back later,” closes doors and leaves.

I have property in St Helena with a 14 acre lake. About 5 years ago we had a beaver problem. I put out 2 traps. Went to check one night in early January. One trap had a beaver. Shot him in the head with my 22 magnum Single six.

About 15 minutes later leaving my gate and the local deer hunting club members are blocking me in from leaving my place. They thought I was night hunting deer. I kindly told them to move out in front of my truck or there’d be severe consequences. I pulled my AR out of my truck just to let them know I meant fricking business.

They said they called local green jeans. I told them I shot a beaver and I was leaving. Green jeans stopped me a few miles down the road.

I told him my story about the beavers. We went back and I showed him the traps and dead beaver. He wrote me a ticket for trapping without a license and killing a quadruped at night. $700 tickets total.


I waited until the next year of opening weekend of hunting season. My and about 5 buddies shot tannerite and a bunch of short barrel rifles all weekend of deer season. fricking deer hunting nazi’s are the worst

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Not my deal but a childhood buddy and his dad got in a heap of trouble in E. TX about a decade ago.

They were squirrel hunting on family land on opening day. A man rolls up on a quad and approaches them. Buddy and his dad decide to make a citizens arrest of the fellow for trespassing and hold him at gunpoint with their .22's.

Turns out the fellow was a plain clothes game warden but even after identifying himself they continue to hold him at gunpoint and call the cops themselves to continue the citizens arrest (like many here, they also took issue with GWs rolling around on private property at will).

Well the warden I guess has a radio or something and sends out an SOS or officer in distress or whatever. I'm told every sheriff, police, trooper, park ranger, texas ranger, dog catcher, security guard, et al within 50 miles shows up on their little dirt road.

As you might guess this isn't going to end that great for son and dad. They get arrested of course. Make the local news. Spend a year to two in the courts attempting to challenge the ability of a GW to enter private property willy-nilly. The dad has to sell house to pay legal, becomes a felon, loses his firearm rights. Son fairs better. Criminal record, no felony. Has to write an apology and read it out in court in front of a bunch of GWs (bit odd but thats what I was told). Oh and I think the dad was holding an elected position at the time that he lost.

No real gw experiences in canada, there are so few and such a large area i habe only seen them once over the yrs and i hunt fish a lot ....

Was living at the camp and threw an ice chest in the boat on a random Tuesday after getting home from work. caught 2 reds about a mile from the camp when I get stopped by wardens. Older guy training a younger guy. I hand him my fishing license (MS) and he looks up at me and says "buddy this expired yesterday". I didn't even think to check but at this point I was technically an out of state resident in possession of redfish without a license. He then opens the ice chest and there are about 20 empty beers from a mardi gras ball the previous weekend. I explain to him that I have had a few but most of the empties are from Saturday. He agrees that I would be stumbling had I drank them all.I wasn't planning on being out until dark so I wasn't worried about the lights but now this stop has taken so long that it's getting to be dark and he tells me to turn lights on, of course my stern light won't come on.


The older GW says to the trainee "I'm going to let you make the call on what tickets to write him"

I'm thinking "frick me, of course young guy is going to want to write them all"

Trainee says "I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't know the license was expired, let's give him a warning on that and just write a ticket for no lights"

Older GW looks at me and says "today is your lucky day, renew that license when you get back and get that light fixed before you use the boat again. I'm going to pull you over next time I see you and check both"

They did confiscate the two reds but I didn't care I was just thrilled to not get a giant ticket. GW did follow up on his promise to pull me over and check it all a few months later.

We had a logging road we walked to our stands on one year, the loggers had rutted it up so bad you couldn't drive it so we parked off a blacktop and walked.

One night I'm walking out in the pitch black dark (no light) and Green Jeans jumps out of the bushes about 5 feet from me.

I about shite myself Thought it was a bear or something.

I was all legal and we got a good laugh but damned man come on

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Came here to post this. I am disappoint.