I used to LOVE poachers. They made me laugh many ,many time as they grovelled, snotted, and bawled as I was hooking them up to take to the District Justice at 2am. The DJ on call was not amused with them though , being called out of a warm bed in the wee hours. It really got funny when the defendants had to call someone to come pick them up ( usually out of state) at the courtroom at 3am to take them home or back to their vehicle ( if we didn't seize it for evidence). Excuse # 27 was " I just need to feed my family" ,on my list of excuses in the note book, while they were driving a new 4wd P/U with a $600 rifle and case of beer on the back seat.
This thread brings back a lot of memories of a 28 year career doing wildlife law enforcement. I could write a book. Thanx for the memories fellas. :thumbsup: