Years ago I was bear hunting on the mountain in Somerset county.  There was a gated road where I parked.  I parked about 10 yards from the side of the gate, not disturbing anything.  When I came back to the truck there were 2 wardens and 2 deputies waiting for me.  One asked why I parked there.  I was hunting of course, all on public land.  He then ask what if an emergency vehicle had to go down the gated road.  I couldn't believe it, I told him and he could plainly see in no way did I obstruct the road.  His reply to me:  "We don't know if this a fine or not, if we find out it is you'll be hearing from us"!  I was to dumbfounded to start swearing.  I still shake my head whenever I think about it.

Iv had many run ins lol all went to bad iv been check quite a few times by out local fish guy Jeff and he's never a hassle and our local gw, this past fall we where stopped by 2 guys well I had forgot my license long story short I got 2 warnings and carried on my buddy who is a warden now was there that day we preceded to talk steelhead while boss man ran my info iv never had a bad experience over the years more often then not when I see them they just drive by not even stop and check me

Only lost respect for one waterway patrolman and to this day wouldn't give him the time of day.  Winter time and; for lack of memory and sound mind, will say during the mid eighties (any question about the memory thingy??) I was at Two Mile Run County Park and was coming off the ice.  I passed a gentleman and his son who were fishing, maybe 100 yds, straight out from the dock.  Of course me being me, I had to stop and inquire (known today as referencing a future "spot burn") as to their success.
 
As I spoke with the elder of the two I learned the younger lad was his son and dad tries to get his son out and do as much fishing as possible.
 
Well inquiring minds just had to know, how's the catching, and that's when I was presented with several nice trout by the son, with an enormous smile on his face, who could barely pronounce words nor form a sentence, but of course, that big grin said it all.
 
I continued to the parking area, arriving  the same time a PFBC vehicle pulled in and I immediately went into "damage control".  Questions began flying through my mind; did I have my license, did I have my drivers license, was I wearing the hat holding my license, on and on.  Then I saw the warden, coming strait at me and when I saw that familiar face, I became light headed, feeling dizzy and thinking.......  UH OHhhh!
 
As he grew closure with each step, I began reaching for my hat praying; please let me be wearing the right one, now eye to eye and waiting to hear those terrifying words "show me your license" but to my surprise, the warden walked right by me continuing his long quick strides to the lakes edge.  Cupping his hands to his mouth I hear "you on the ice I want to talk to you".
 
Well inquiring minds need to know and, me being me, I just had to stay and see what might occur and I wished I hadn't!!  Very first words to the father [who had to walk to the lakes edge] was "show me your license and ID"  immediately followed by " I need your license and ID too" never even looking at the son.
 
By now, I'm thinking what a piece of work this warden is, making people walk to him instead of going out on the ice.  But hell that wasn't low enough, when the boy didn't produce a license, dad began to explain the situation and was rudely interrupted with how "old is the he boy".  The father barely got the word eighteen from his mouth before the warden had his ticket book in hand and began boasting of sitting in the parking lot of the park office, watching the boy picking up fishing rods.
 
You be the judge.
 
 

Back in the day, I ran a lot of dogs. Setters and ran 3 - 5 beagles for years till I turn 50. Against my better judgement, I got wind from a friend they dumped birds on the  game lands that day. I grab my  20 gauge citori and my favorite setter and got a late day start.  Brandy points bird number one,improved cylinder does the job,bird number two comes somewhat later but still in legal shooting time. Hunts over 2 birds 2 shots,dogs heeling to the walk back to my truck. Waiting at my truck is Mr.warden,he tells me I shot after shooting time,I told him that wasn't me. He tells me he wants to smell my barrels,yea smell my barrels.lol He said he could tell by smelling my barrels if I shot late.lol What a****clown. While he was sniffing my gun barrels,someone shot. He told me he was just giving me warning this time.lol I think the was my last time I ever hunted a game land,why go to where you'll encounter trouble,it's not worth it. I hunt and fish for enjoyment and a place to get away from the stress of life,not get hassled. For that reason I avoid a lot of places now,I just don't need hassles.

I too have had good and bad experiences in 40+ years and with the bad ones I just chalk it
up to "Once an "A" hole always an "A" hole!"  And nothing is going to change that individual.
They enjoy the power of the badge.But I believe that the majority do a great job and try to be fair in most situations without trying to be cynical.

Normally it's just the occasional verification of license...but on 2 instances both at the wall on the 'nut I have had a "run in". One instance I was told by a member of the fish po po that he could have cited me for littering after I picked up my rod after releasing a fish and discarded the line that got on the hook while it was on the ground and a few years later I was approached and asked how many fish I had given away as, apparently, someone not catching fish was ****ed that I was having some luck and was allowing two young boys to reel in/land the fish I hooked, and they kept them...I believe totaling 3 or 4 between the two of them. Oh, when I was a young (stupid) lad, while doe hunting I was waiting at the truck for my friends to return as I had gotten a doe early in the morning, so I decided it would be funny to break off 2 branches and put them in the head of the doe. Well, it didn't take long for a passer by to alert the game wardens and I was approached. They actually seemed amused, they checked my driver's license for a match and they went on their way.

Years ago,like 35 years ago. I had a smooth little pack of 13" beagles all related to each other. 5 little demons,fast and close on the line. I killed two bunnies on two chases,about 4:15 almost to my truck,they jump one and the chase is on. Well it's almost quitting time so I unload my citori 20 gauge.  The dogs are running this rabbit ragged and at one  time brought it by me as close as 25 yards. If you ever had a good dog you know it's almost impossible to get them when a rabbit up. Finally they hole the rabbit,I get them on leads and walk out on the tractor path. Apon arrival Mr. Warden pops out of the darkest shining a flash light in my eyes. He asked to check my gun,sure here it is broken and empty. Next take your license out ,here it is,he never even looked at it! He said he went to night school and could read in the dark.lol Smart****Next empty your game bag, two bunnies. He asked me when the last time I shot,I told him I didn't know the exact time but it was before 4:00 PM.. He proceeded to tell me he's writing me up for hunting after dark,blocking land owners drive,and thought my dogs where running a deer,which might be also a violation. Well to make along story shorter,he could prove anything,because nothing happened. I had permission to park where I did,gun empty,no shot fire after hours and no deer,because my hounds don't trash. Just a big 45minute hassle,acting like he had all this power and authority.

Worked with a deputy Game Warden years ago at the local steel plant. Not a bad guy at all, and always had some good stories about hunting and people he checked. Some were actually pretty funny, others were kind of odd. He gets a call the one night some older lady driving hit some deer and needs help. Says he gets there and can't believe his eyes ! There are 5 dead deer scattered across the roadway ! Lady was shook up, and unhurt, but what a sight. Took him awhile to clean that up !

After trying for years to hunt this goose mecca the landowner finally caved in.Their numbers reached over 300-400 and they where causing havoc in his lake and 500 yard asphalt driveway. I explained that if he just let me hunt I would do it right and get rid of more geese than if he let several hunters  on his property. I had a good plan hunt every other day,and let them feel safe to return. The plan worked like a charm, I would limited out each day I hunted. It was almost the end of the season ( Sept.) So I bumped up the plan tried a evening hunt. Well nothing shows up, and I pack up two bags of shell decoys with 4 dozen in each bag,and my two shotguns,yea two. The birds would all come together,it was.all or nothing, so I used two shotguns my Browning gold,and a old.11-87. Well I get back to the truck,a shotgun over my shoulder a bag of decs on my back, a bag of decs in right hand and the shotgun in my left. Out jump two deputies in the dark,first words spoken now we got you! I sort of chuckle to myself, but not out loud. First question,unload your gun,I said witch one,that sort of got them puzzled,I told them I had two and they where both unloaded and plugged properly..Well you know they got to check it out so I give the the guns and 4 shells,well that checks out. But one warden thinks two guns is illegal,then he checks my license,duck stamp,proof ID. They they ask me how many I got,my answer is none,they say that impossible,you had to shoot more than your limit. Again I tell them no kills,and if they were so smart they could see both guns where clean and oiled and have not been shot. Well you know when your in the right,you may get a little cocky and stir the pot a little,now the older warden gets really ****ed,he said he'd have to search my decoy bags. I said be my guest. He proceeded to dump them and take every shell out and look inside,like I had a filleted goose breast hiding in it.After he finds nothing,I told him to put the decoys in the bag like he found them,well he's really getting more ****ed off. After a considerable amount of time he figured it out. Now they go back to their vehicle for a talk,or call to someone that new the laws. After retaining me for more than a hour,they come back and tell me there going to cut me some slack and not write me up. That's when the **** hit the fan. I light into them call them some choice words and pack my stuff in my truck. On the way back to their vehicle I overheard the nicer of the two start ****ing to his parder why he gave me a hard time,the older mean one said because he ask the landowner to hunt and got a big NO about hunting on the property. I wonder why ? What a jerk.

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Tell us more ov your tales. I'd tell some but don't want to bring back memories, like the 3 fines at once 
 
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