I have had a lot of encounters with wardens in many states. Seems most of them were during waterfowl season at the boat ramps in California, on the refuges out there, or boat ramps in Oklahoma. We usually run into one when deer hunting Colorado and all those guys up there have been pleasant to talk to and even helpful. Out of all the times being checked for bag limits or fish or waterfowl, plugs checked, license checked, steel shot checked, etc, etc, I have had only one bad experience with one particular local warden and wrote up once(which I was legal)
I used to waterfowl hunt a lot. And with that, getting checked at the ramp seemed to be a normal thing. We never worried as we followed the law and had nothing to hide. One particular warden and the lady warden had been at the ramp the two weekends prior checking the boats as they came out. We always BS’d while being checked. Same thing every weekend. Check license, stamps, limits, plugs, and shells.
On this particular day we were in a hurry as I had a birthday party to get to. We put the guns, ammo, birds and license on front of boat and asked the game warden if he could look it over while we get the boat strapped and clothes changed as we gotta get on the road. He says no problem. Then a few minutes later I hear him say “we have a problem” I walk back and asked what the problem is. He says you have one too many pintails as you can only shoot one per person. I look at my buddy in disbelief, thinking the warden is making a joke. The warden says there are 3 pintail as he sets the 3rd bird on the other 2. I looked and was like that’s a widgeon. He said nope, that’s a pintail. We went back and forth for a while, it started getting heated especially when the ticket book started to come out. His little helper lady warden was quiet during this conversation. This was before iPhones and androids. I told him he better pull out his duck ID booklet or call in another warden before writing a ticket. Finally the lady warden walked over and said, yeah, that’s a widgeon. At that moment I could tell he got pissed. All he said was “have a good day” as he walked to the truck.
Very next weekend a group of us hunted on Saturday on some private and killed 7 limits of birds. Went home that day, took care of the birds and put the hunting stuff In the garage. On Sunday my cousin and I got in the truck and headed out to scout for a Monday morning hunt. We don’t have camo on, none in the truck and no guns with us. While driving around and glassing, low and behold we run into Mr green jeans. He asked if we had been hunting, I answer nope, just scouting. He gets out, looks in the bed and I hear him ask, “who killed the teal?” We looked at each other like WTF and both get out to look. In between the bed and the tool box is a single teal. I told the warden, somehow we must have overlooked it yesterday when pulling the birds out after the hunt. He asks to see the guns and I explained, we done have any hunting stuff with us except binoculars and spotting scopes. Then asked for my license and stamp. I had my license but my stamp is in my waterfowl bag. That POS wrote me a ticket for not having a federal stamp in possession. We told him, you check us every weekend, know we have our license and stamps, and never had an issue and now you are looking for something to write us up for after last weekend.
After telling the story with one of the local fed wardens I knew, for whatever reason I never had that warden check me at the ramp again.