My fave overenforcement tale.
Fishing 15 yards or so out in LO swinging flies for steel.
Econ man yells to come show him my license.
I am belly button deep on a cobble - rock bottom so it was a chore did no problem I'll be there in a second.
Show the paper have a chat about it being nice to see enforcement around then its back in the water.
Mind you there are clearly lifters on shore where we are talking.
He never even looks there way.
Next day repeat of first.
I ask him why he checked me again and he says he has to enter a certain amount of info into the computer system to justify his day.
Now mind you that I am 6'5' and at the time 220lb with brown hair down my back and a Grizzly Adams facebrush.
There is no doubt he knew who I was by now and had a license.
I see him coming the third day in a row to disrupt my fishing so I never look back at the beach.
Hear him yell and ignore it.
Yells louder .
Don't turn.
Finally after 15 or 20 minutes I look at him pull out my license and hold it up.
He screams to bring it over to him and I yell back it is dangerous and I might drown so I have followed the law and showed him my license and if he wanted a better look again he could wade out and get one.