huntineveryday
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My grandma owned some dry creek bottom that I always liked to go walk the last day of Pheasant Season, more for the memories than anything, but usually would see birds. One year I pull in to hunt it, and there's a pickup with out of county plates parked in the edge of the field. I glassed the creek and saw two hunters walking out with a dead turkey. I parked behind them to block their exit as they walked up. Granny had said no one else should be out there, but she wasn't sure if my uncle had given anyone permission (he rented the ground).
As the hunters walk up, one approaches my pickup and I ask who they were and if they had permission to hunt there, who they had talked to, etc. They said they had talked to my uncle and he had told them to shoot all the turkeys they wanted, which would track. Then the guy made sure that I knew that he was the game warden for the area (he was, I recognized the name he gave me, just hadn't seen him before that). As I backed up to let them leave, I did chuckle a little at the fact that I got to pull a bit of the reverse card on the game warden and had grilled him a little.
I'm still pissed at myself for not asking to make sure they had a permit to be hunting that turkey...
As the hunters walk up, one approaches my pickup and I ask who they were and if they had permission to hunt there, who they had talked to, etc. They said they had talked to my uncle and he had told them to shoot all the turkeys they wanted, which would track. Then the guy made sure that I knew that he was the game warden for the area (he was, I recognized the name he gave me, just hadn't seen him before that). As I backed up to let them leave, I did chuckle a little at the fact that I got to pull a bit of the reverse card on the game warden and had grilled him a little.
I'm still pissed at myself for not asking to make sure they had a permit to be hunting that turkey...