Let’s hear some good game warden stories where people did dumb

If the guide is merely guiding and isn't shooting i'm not sure what the issue is.

Gonna be hard to beat the Whophead Dolly thread from several years ago where the game warden was the dummy.

A buddy of mine and his buddy went fishing/drinking. They were well into a case when green jeans came and checked them. GW didnt have anything on them, but looked into the almost empty cooler and the 2 guys who had obviously been drinking. GW didnt see any empties and said, " there's nothing i hate worse than a litterbug". My buddy's friend said," oh no sir. We've been sinking them cans"

This is the opposite. The GW's weren't dumb, but they got outsmarted by my old man.

First off, I'm not bragging but my father was a somewhat important member of the community where I grew up. Respected lawyer, legal council for the city council, member of all of the organizations that do community work, etc. He was a straight shooter and beloved member of the community.

I tell you that to tell you this...

Back in the 90's when you could scatter seed and disk it in so many days before dove season we had a good field that had been clear cut a year or so before. The first year we smoked them with a small group of friends and this was going to be year two.

So we go through the process of scattering seed for weeks, and the day before we have to disk it in the tractor has a major breakdown that we have to order parts for. We don't comply with the regulations, but no big deal, we had been invited to another hunt so that's where we decided to go.

A few days later this Mexican that was working on the property clearing fence lines, etc. for us shows up at our house one night at 11 pm. He speaks broken English, but the following conversation was had between my dad and him.

Dad: "Pedro, it's 11 at night. What are you doing up? Do you need help? Are you hurt?"

Pedro: "No senior. Federales come to property. Foto. Foto me foot prints. (Physically acting like he was taking pictures of the ground) I have green card, but I climb in tree in back and wait them out. I take no chances."

Dad: "Oh shite, Pedro. That wasn't INS. That was game wardens gathering evidence of the baited field. No problem at all, we are hunting elsewhere. See you in the morning for work."

So flash forward to opening day 3 or 4 days later and we go to the other hunt. Have a great time and come home that evening. We wake up Sunday morning and go to church as a family, then eat lunch with my grandparents as usual. Run some errands and we get home about an hour before dark. My dad suggest we ride down to the dove field about a mile away and see how many birds were on it since it was baited and no one shot it out.

Birds everywhere. I guess other fields pressured every bird in the parish to go where there was food and safety. Never seen anything like it. We ride the property for about 30 minutes and decide to head home. I'm in the truck with my dad and my mom had driven down on a 4 wheeler.

About the time we get up to 45 mph my dad locks up the brakes on his truck and skids sideways to a halt in the middle of the hwy like something I've never seen. Nobody wore seat belts so I scrape myself out of the floorboard and off the dash wondering what the heck is going on. My dad bust a u turn and game wardens have my mom stopped on the other side of the ditch, but definitely in the ROW on the wrong side of the fence.

He floors it in reverse until he skids onto the scene much like the first stop smoking the tires.

The following conversation takes place.

Dad: "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
Game Warden: "Issuing your wife a ticket for operating an unauthorized vehicle in the ROW."
Dad: "No. Let me tell you what you're doing. My Mexican fella that works for me told me y'all were out here earlier this week taking photographs of the ground. Y'all knew it was baited and instead of approaching me like a man to inform me of the liability you were collecting evidence against me to try and prosecute a big fish. I was fully aware that it was not legal so we hunted on the other side of town at a friends place. Honey, crank the 4 wheeler and head home. I'm not finished with these guys yet."

Me in the truck with the window down so I could hear...


Dad: "The fact of the matter is you boys have been laying on your belly out here for 2 days in the September heat and not the first shot was fired. When y'all realized you messed up and misjudged my character, you swooped in on my wife for a bull shite ticket that isn't worth the ink you wasted on it. Let this be a lesson to young men that I have an oath to uphold the law and always intend to. More importantly, don't mess with me and my family, and I want mess with you."

My dad hops back in the truck, and one of the GW's says, "Okay sir. Have a good evening."

When I was like 8 years old my dad, uncle and I were fishing Toledo. We were tearing them up but a cold front came through, huge waves, freezing cold, wind blowing like 30 miles and hour. We were soaking wet and freezing and had 13 keepers in the livewell. I was being a kid and bitching about it and they decided to drop me off at the launch while they went to fish this last point. I sat in the truck for 30 min or so till they came back. At the same time a game warden pulled up and gave them a ticket for being over their limits, even though I was right there and explained to him I was in the boat fishing with them all morning... pisser

Was fishing Toledo Bend in the 90's with my ex-FIL when the size limit on bass was still 12". He was a good dude but didn't take game laws very seriously.

We started catching a few but most were just over 11", he tells me throw them in the live well and if we get stopped he'll take the ticket. So we start keeping them all. Low and behold we get pulled up on by a warden. He asked who caught the fish and we just looked at each other. He then claims they were his. I was a broke college kid who couldn't afford a ticket.

They write him a ticket and release the fish. We never really spoke of that incident again.

Good thread, keep em coming. We were spotlighting off a highway in the late 90's in E Feliciana. We shined bout 1/2 mile down the highway and could see something reflect off to the side of the road. Got a little closer and hit it with the light again and it was the lettering on the side of the GW's truck. Some bushes in front of it had broken it up from 1/2 mile away, but was plain as day when we got close. They had us boxed in with 2 trucks in seconds. Good times.

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One time one retired. The end

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joe olivieros

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When I was a Junior in college (right after finals in Dec) a couple buddies called and we wound up in a duck blind in Little Missouri. I had a Power Wagon with 38" Monster Mudders on it and we went across 2-3 miles of turn roads to get there. The 3 of us passing around a bottle of Hot Damn that morning (damn it was cold) and we couldn't hit shite, I mean we were drinking when we left Monroe, the seal was broke then.

About 11 or so we decided to leave and got the boat out and paddled across the rice field we were in and when we got to the truck he jumps out. It was the point system back then and we had maybe 150 points out of a possible 300. He goes through our boat and then paddles over to the blind and he's still not convinced we didn't have more on us.

After he decided we were legal (except for BAC) we started to leave and he reached for the door. At that point I told him "you walked in now you can walk out". We had a slightly heated discussion and he informed me he could commandeer my truck and we would all walk out. Now there was 2 buddies, myself and him in a single cab Dodge (1981 or so) and I told him if I've GOT to give you a ride I'm going to tell you where. He got into the bed and hung on to the roll bar for his dear life, you couldn't even tell what color shirt he had on either. Every hole I came too it was foot on the floor and I covered him with mud. Sorry bastard he was.