Oh hell.....I got to tell this game warden story. And no I am not practicing casting but I am skeet for the new season. Ok here we go. One opening day (dove season)it was 3-4pm in the evening. My son was around 15. I had disc around a corn field and had honestly threw bait there but by using that disc it makes it legal as a planted crop. Went and checked NO birds. So I tell my son lets go skeet shoot some. I have a regulation field. We load our crap up on a side by side and here we go. Half way there I tell him I forgot my ear plugs. I'll walk back to the house and get them, you open the skeet houses. So here I have a auto slung over my shoulder walking to the field. I hear my son shoot 3 times. Bam bam bam. I see doves fly out but never shot nor loaded my gun. Because of a rise in the field and corn I cannot see him. All of a sudden it sounds like the devils chariot is coming towards me. Its a green chevy blaser. I think its my cousin. Its 3, yeah 3 game wardens. One piles out with me and continues on to the skeet field. Now we are half mile off the road at this point. So I have no idea how they know where they are going. He ask me for my "weapon". Ok. I tell him its unloaded. Oh and I forgot to mention I am in a white tee shirt. Cut off jeans and flip flops. he said got some shells? yeah. I had my pouch on. I hand him 3. He rams them in the magazine. Did you know you have NO plug in your gun? No shit I say? Have you ever seen someone shoot doves in my clothing or had a D grade remington 1100 out hunting with it? (It was my doubles gun at one time). He said come with me. As we walk aroud this big corn field his ass is on fire to get to the others. Well we get there and with his hands on the hood stands my son. So I ask my son what was he shooting at. The night before we had watched that guy, think his name was Knapp or something like that throw up 6-7 targets and break them before they hit the ground. He tried 3. Out in the field is one of the game wardens looking for a downed bird and bait. Now as all this is happening we are standing square in the middle of a regulation skeet field. So the head guy comes over. I know him. Saw him many times a gun club. Knew his reputation. Of course I told my story. he told me his version. He said my son ran. My son said he was loading traps and thought it was our cousin that drove up who shoots occasionally and he went back inside. So we got charged with no plugs in our magazines. Hunting over bait and impeding a officer due to me blowing my cool and simply cussing them ALL out. So it went to court. I was NEVER going to pay a fine. Judge reprimanded the officers for their stupidity. I took the clothes I had on. I had laid them out for the judge to see and what they didn't know is I postponed it until a judge who was a big shot in Ducks Unlimited presided. I wanted someone that knew what they were doing. So as a board member of that said club I mentioned we informed the Wardens who used our club for FREE range use and they did their qualifications there they were not welcome any more. My cousin a property manager for a company with 48,000 acres of public game land made this jerks life miserable on wildlife use areas. Stopped him from entering locked gates on thier property without notification. I then sent a video of my driveway cam where that fool drove approx 40-50mph up my driveway where my 8 year old daughter was playing to every supervisor in the Wildlife dept I could find plus my state representatives.I might not have won the battle but I won the war. He was eventually fired and removed from service for a array of stupid crap like that. So that is my game warden story. After they fired that jerk we allowed them resume use of the club and my cousin made their life easier. In the end I have gotten to know a coupe of the local wardens and they are cool. Its one of the old stories they say when they come to our district they often hear about. A story of learning not to be a damn jerk and work with people. Not against them.