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Posted on 6/4/19 at 7:28 pm to jdani11
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Posted on 6/4/19 at 7:31 pm to jdani11
Farad,
We were talking about that nuclear plant story the other day with the game warden (retired) that made that bust on the row.
He claims it was only 19 he wrote up, said it was like shooting fish in a barrell
He asked everyone who gave them permission to hunt and they all told him the landowners name (not knowing the landowner was his father and uncle)
We had a good chuckle 2 weeks ago on that row....still family land too
We were talking about that nuclear plant story the other day with the game warden (retired) that made that bust on the row.
He claims it was only 19 he wrote up, said it was like shooting fish in a barrell
He asked everyone who gave them permission to hunt and they all told him the landowners name (not knowing the landowner was his father and uncle)
We had a good chuckle 2 weeks ago on that row....still family land too
Posted on 6/4/19 at 8:17 pm to jdani11
This story didn't involve a warden, but it relates to one. Back in the early 80's my dad had chartered an offshore bottom fishing trip out of empire. We caught a lot of fish and on the way in a couple of my dads friends found out my uncle didn’t have a fishing license so they devised a plan to get someone at the marina to look like a GW who was checking licenses. We all get out the boat and start unloading fish. My uncle stays inside the cabin for like 20 minutes. My dad is recording this on one of those old school vhs tape recorders. He is chuckling the whole time. Finally the guy dressed in green jeans gets on the boat and my uncle plays cat and mouse with him and then runs off the boat when everyone starts busting out laughing. My uncle was so pissed, but laughing at the same time. It was a good joke and seeing that video brings back good memories.
This post was edited on 6/4/19 at 9:22 pm
Posted on 6/4/19 at 9:08 pm to lsuson
Was duck hunting Darbonne refuge and knew absolutely nothing about it. This was 20+ years ago. I have since learned it thoroughly, but back then a coworker went with us and was our “guide”. We put in at Holland’s Bluff and ran down Darbonne. We came to a slough off to the left (across from the bean field) and turned off into it. We ran back into it a pretty good ways and threw out decoys and set up our pop up blind.
At legal shooting time, it sounded like a young war broke out south of us (at boggy). We wdidnt know where we were, much less where boggy was. Luckily we didn’t see ANY ducks all morning, because we were setup in the restricted area. We hunted there all morning and never saw anything. As we were finishing picking up decoys, my buddy the “guide” takes a pop shot at a protected wood pecker and luckily misses it.
We head out of the slough and hit Darbonne, Head back north to our truck at the landing. We get halfway back to the landing and meet Federal GJ hauling arse to where we had been. We don’t think much about it at the time.
When we get to the landing, we notice a map of the refuge, and some hunters pamphlets. We open them up and realize we were supposed to have signed a copy of the pamphlet before hunting. Of course we hadn’t done that. Also, we look at the map and realize we were hunting in the restricted area. No wonder we hadn’t seen anymore hunters that morning. We questioned my buddy why, and he said because it was his “secret spot”. Horsehair. He was just as lost and clueless as we were.
Last time I ever hunted with that guy.
At legal shooting time, it sounded like a young war broke out south of us (at boggy). We wdidnt know where we were, much less where boggy was. Luckily we didn’t see ANY ducks all morning, because we were setup in the restricted area. We hunted there all morning and never saw anything. As we were finishing picking up decoys, my buddy the “guide” takes a pop shot at a protected wood pecker and luckily misses it.
We head out of the slough and hit Darbonne, Head back north to our truck at the landing. We get halfway back to the landing and meet Federal GJ hauling arse to where we had been. We don’t think much about it at the time.
When we get to the landing, we notice a map of the refuge, and some hunters pamphlets. We open them up and realize we were supposed to have signed a copy of the pamphlet before hunting. Of course we hadn’t done that. Also, we look at the map and realize we were hunting in the restricted area. No wonder we hadn’t seen anymore hunters that morning. We questioned my buddy why, and he said because it was his “secret spot”. Horsehair. He was just as lost and clueless as we were.
Last time I ever hunted with that guy.
Posted on 6/4/19 at 9:22 pm to SOLA
Worked as a deck hand during high school and college on a small shrimp boat in Venice.
One day coming up Tiger pass we were stopped by Coasties/GJ for a routine safety check. They went through everything and couldn’t find anything to write up. Right before leaving the coastie ask my buddy “where’s the head at on this vessel”?
My buddy not being a certified mariner stated it’s on the engine. The coastie said no “where do you take a dump at”?
My buddy replied “ in this bucket” you could see the coasties eyes light up as he informed us it was illegal to discharge sewerage overboard. Without missing a beat my buddy calmly stated we didn’t throw it overboard but brought it home with us to dispose of it. I’m glad I was cleaning the drag at the time cus I almost choked trying to keep from laughing.
Good times
One day coming up Tiger pass we were stopped by Coasties/GJ for a routine safety check. They went through everything and couldn’t find anything to write up. Right before leaving the coastie ask my buddy “where’s the head at on this vessel”?
My buddy not being a certified mariner stated it’s on the engine. The coastie said no “where do you take a dump at”?
My buddy replied “ in this bucket” you could see the coasties eyes light up as he informed us it was illegal to discharge sewerage overboard. Without missing a beat my buddy calmly stated we didn’t throw it overboard but brought it home with us to dispose of it. I’m glad I was cleaning the drag at the time cus I almost choked trying to keep from laughing.
Good times
Posted on 6/4/19 at 9:22 pm to Ron Cheramie
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joe olivieros scuba dived up to
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pit in Jones or 15
He did some shite back in the day but not quite sure he could pull that one off.
I only got checked by him once out at Woodsland when I was in high school.
Posted on 6/4/19 at 9:32 pm to Ron Cheramie
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in the 1980s, joe olivieros scuba dived up to our duck blind at (insert duck vlind location-wham brake, black bayou, pit in Jones or 15, etc.) and busted my (insert family member)
I hunted with Omar Driskell a time or two and he had some good Joe Olivieros stories. They didn’t end good for Omar though.
Posted on 6/4/19 at 9:52 pm to lsuson
My friends father in law was a notorious outlaw. Didn’t matter to him what time of the year it was , if he saw a deer he shot it.
My friend tells the story about being at the camp up north of Marion bordering the Upper Ouachita Refuge during squirrel season when his FIL shot a doe in the refuge and was dragging it up to the camp late one evening.
My friend saw him coming and walked up to him and told him there was a game warden hiding in the bushes watching.
FIL looks and sees the green shirt and takes off running through the woods. My friend told his buddy to come out of the woods. They were still laughing about it when FIL slipped back into camp about 2 hours after dark.
He got pretty mad but got over it.
My friend tells the story about being at the camp up north of Marion bordering the Upper Ouachita Refuge during squirrel season when his FIL shot a doe in the refuge and was dragging it up to the camp late one evening.
My friend saw him coming and walked up to him and told him there was a game warden hiding in the bushes watching.
FIL looks and sees the green shirt and takes off running through the woods. My friend told his buddy to come out of the woods. They were still laughing about it when FIL slipped back into camp about 2 hours after dark.
He got pretty mad but got over it.
Posted on 6/5/19 at 4:53 am to jdani11
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He claims it was only 19 he wrote up, said it was like shooting fish in a barrell
as I wrote the story out I was wondering if anyone here was involved or knew about it...
it seemed like 30 but it was a long time ago...
Posted on 6/5/19 at 9:29 am to SOLA
I thought about my story the last 24 hours more than I have thought about it in the last 30 years. I know it sounds snooty, but you have to realize a lot more was going on other than the confrontation.
First of all, there is something called professional courtesy. My father had defended multiple people in court where these same game wardens were cross examined by him as witnesses. If my father lost and his client was found guilty there was no ill will. Like wise, If my father sewed doubt and got his client off or settled to a lesser charge there should be no reason for them to be upset.
This was a small community where everybody knows everybody. He wasn't going to risk his reputation and career over a little dove bird.
If they were that concerned, which they were to gather circumstantial evidence (pics of bait), then the professional thing would have been to approach him and say, "Hey we swung by your field. I don't know if you're aware, but it's baited pretty heavily. If y'all hunt it, we could write tickets."
To which an easy explanation of the broken tractor would have cleared things up and wasted no more resources on something that wasn't going to happen.
They didn't do that. Instead, they pulled a 2 day stake out/sting that never came to fruition. They had convinced themselves they were going to finally get him. Meanwhile, everyone else in the parish got a pass opening weekend because the only 2 game wardens in town were no where to be found.
The thing that set my father off was the chickenshit stop of my mom on the 4 wheeler. While it's technically illegal to ride a 4 wheeler on the side of the road, this was rural LA, and without a gun, an adult land owner simply checking on her property 1/4 mile from her residence should not be of much concern.
My father was one of the sharpest guys I know. You have to be to be a good attorney. He had figured out what was going on, and held court on the side of the road before these guys had realized what they had done and how petty it looked.
They could have written her the ticket, but I don't think they wanted to get questioned about all of the circumstances in front of a judge and let it become big time small town gossip that looked bad on their end.
In the end, for your government to be effective, whether it's small town, state wide, or federally, your officials can't treat each other that way. I had mentioned my father was the city attorney, and here's the local game wardens going after him. That said, it didn't give him the right to hunt a baited field just because of who he was. That's the fine line you have to walk when you are in a position of power. It's called integrity. There are a lot of people who can't handle it and abuse their power.
Funny, it really parallels a lot of what we are seeing with Trump on the national level now. They had convinced themselves there was some grand conspiracy going on when there wasn't. And when that didn't pan out they were after any scraps they could find of wrong doing.
First of all, there is something called professional courtesy. My father had defended multiple people in court where these same game wardens were cross examined by him as witnesses. If my father lost and his client was found guilty there was no ill will. Like wise, If my father sewed doubt and got his client off or settled to a lesser charge there should be no reason for them to be upset.
This was a small community where everybody knows everybody. He wasn't going to risk his reputation and career over a little dove bird.
If they were that concerned, which they were to gather circumstantial evidence (pics of bait), then the professional thing would have been to approach him and say, "Hey we swung by your field. I don't know if you're aware, but it's baited pretty heavily. If y'all hunt it, we could write tickets."
To which an easy explanation of the broken tractor would have cleared things up and wasted no more resources on something that wasn't going to happen.
They didn't do that. Instead, they pulled a 2 day stake out/sting that never came to fruition. They had convinced themselves they were going to finally get him. Meanwhile, everyone else in the parish got a pass opening weekend because the only 2 game wardens in town were no where to be found.
The thing that set my father off was the chickenshit stop of my mom on the 4 wheeler. While it's technically illegal to ride a 4 wheeler on the side of the road, this was rural LA, and without a gun, an adult land owner simply checking on her property 1/4 mile from her residence should not be of much concern.
My father was one of the sharpest guys I know. You have to be to be a good attorney. He had figured out what was going on, and held court on the side of the road before these guys had realized what they had done and how petty it looked.
They could have written her the ticket, but I don't think they wanted to get questioned about all of the circumstances in front of a judge and let it become big time small town gossip that looked bad on their end.
In the end, for your government to be effective, whether it's small town, state wide, or federally, your officials can't treat each other that way. I had mentioned my father was the city attorney, and here's the local game wardens going after him. That said, it didn't give him the right to hunt a baited field just because of who he was. That's the fine line you have to walk when you are in a position of power. It's called integrity. There are a lot of people who can't handle it and abuse their power.
Funny, it really parallels a lot of what we are seeing with Trump on the national level now. They had convinced themselves there was some grand conspiracy going on when there wasn't. And when that didn't pan out they were after any scraps they could find of wrong doing.
Posted on 6/5/19 at 10:01 am to Clyde Tipton
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If they were that concerned, which they were to gather circumstantial evidence (pics of bait), then the professional thing would have been to approach him and say, "Hey we swung by your field. I don't know if you're aware, but it's baited pretty heavily. If y'all hunt it, we could write tickets."
Eh, I would counter that your father could've made a call once he found out the wardens were investigating his field and given them an explanation. Instead the wardens wasted resources by sitting on that field. That would've also been the professional thing to do.
A warden isn't going to give me a heads up that deer season doesn't start for one more day if he sees me up in a deer stand. He's going to hideout and see if I actually commit a crime (kill deer).
Posted on 6/5/19 at 10:12 am to Chuker
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Eh, I would counter that your father could've made a call once he found out the wardens were investigating his field and given them an explanation. Instead the wardens wasted resources by sitting on that field. That would've also been the professional thing to do.
Fair point.
From an attorney perspective, the Mexican intel was the bombshell. They didn't know that he knew. And I guess you're right. He set the double reverse trap.
That goes back to the "Don't mess with me and my family and I won't mess with you." line.
Posted on 6/5/19 at 10:55 am to Clyde Tipton
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If they were that concerned, which they were to gather circumstantial evidence (pics of bait), then the professional thing would have been to approach him and say, "Hey we swung by your field. I don't know if you're aware, but it's baited pretty heavily. If y'all hunt it, we could write tickets."
would be like going up to a drug dealer and saying "hey, we know you are about to make a drop, dont do it, we will bust you"
your dad sounds like an honorable man, but there are PLENTY of high powered people in Louisiana that think they are above the law and many have been busted for baited fields
This post was edited on 6/5/19 at 10:57 am
Posted on 6/5/19 at 11:17 am to SOLA
Not my story but...
Late 90's early 2000's.
My buddy Ken and his brothers were hunting Alexander State Forest on muzzle loader weekend. One morning as they were getting back to their trucks on the highline out steps GW. Now this is not Ken's first run in with this GW, who's well known in the area, and at this point he's never gotten more than a warning from him.
GW: Those guns unloaded?
Ken: Yes sir we took the caps off.
GW: I asked if they were unloaded?!
KEN: Well no I thought the cap being off ment it was unloaded.
GW: NOT FOR ME ITS NOT! UNLOAD THAT GUN NOW!
GW is now right next to them and turns to check the other's licenses. Well Ken decides it's time for a little malicious compliance. So he caps the gun and fires it into the ground with GW right next to them.
GW: GOD DAMN KEN I DIDNT MEAN RIGHT HERE!
Ken: Well you said unload it right now.
GW: Boy you damn near gave me a heart attack!
GW finishes checking them and the only thing Ken got out of it was his favorite story about how he made Eric Stokes jump a 3 foot vertical.
Late 90's early 2000's.
My buddy Ken and his brothers were hunting Alexander State Forest on muzzle loader weekend. One morning as they were getting back to their trucks on the highline out steps GW. Now this is not Ken's first run in with this GW, who's well known in the area, and at this point he's never gotten more than a warning from him.
GW: Those guns unloaded?
Ken: Yes sir we took the caps off.
GW: I asked if they were unloaded?!
KEN: Well no I thought the cap being off ment it was unloaded.
GW: NOT FOR ME ITS NOT! UNLOAD THAT GUN NOW!
GW is now right next to them and turns to check the other's licenses. Well Ken decides it's time for a little malicious compliance. So he caps the gun and fires it into the ground with GW right next to them.
GW: GOD DAMN KEN I DIDNT MEAN RIGHT HERE!
Ken: Well you said unload it right now.
GW: Boy you damn near gave me a heart attack!
GW finishes checking them and the only thing Ken got out of it was his favorite story about how he made Eric Stokes jump a 3 foot vertical.
Posted on 6/5/19 at 11:26 am to SOLA
My only interesting game warden story is actually a good one.
When the wife was in nursing school in BR I lived at the camp in BSL and just commuted to Mandeville for work every day. Fishing one Tuesday afternoon in February half a mile from the camp I get pulled over.
Older and younger warden on board. First thing they ask is for fishing license. Turns out it expired 2 days prior and I forgot to renew, frick my life
So at this point I'm a non resident with 2 redfish and no license
I hadn't been drinking much but the ice chest I threw in the boat had a bunch of empty cans from a mardi gras ball the previous weekend so that looked great
fuse blew on nav lights/horn so that wouldn't work either
Older warden says "I'm training this cadet, we are going to have a talk and let you know what we decide to do"
He comes back "You are very lucky, he's decided that he doesn't feel the license lapsing was intentional and is going to let you off with a warning instead of a pile of tickets. That being said, go back to your camp immediately and the next time I see you I am going to pull you over and those lights better work"
They took my fish and sure as shite he did pull me over a few weeks later and I had everything fixed
When the wife was in nursing school in BR I lived at the camp in BSL and just commuted to Mandeville for work every day. Fishing one Tuesday afternoon in February half a mile from the camp I get pulled over.
Older and younger warden on board. First thing they ask is for fishing license. Turns out it expired 2 days prior and I forgot to renew, frick my life
So at this point I'm a non resident with 2 redfish and no license
I hadn't been drinking much but the ice chest I threw in the boat had a bunch of empty cans from a mardi gras ball the previous weekend so that looked great
fuse blew on nav lights/horn so that wouldn't work either
Older warden says "I'm training this cadet, we are going to have a talk and let you know what we decide to do"
He comes back "You are very lucky, he's decided that he doesn't feel the license lapsing was intentional and is going to let you off with a warning instead of a pile of tickets. That being said, go back to your camp immediately and the next time I see you I am going to pull you over and those lights better work"
They took my fish and sure as shite he did pull me over a few weeks later and I had everything fixed
Posted on 6/5/19 at 11:59 am to redneck
Not my story, but told to me by a friend.
His brother was over the limit on wood ducks and as he driving back to the hunting camp he sees the GW following him in his rear view.
He floors it, races back to the camp and makes it there before the GW. He jumps out the truck with the ducks in hand and runs in before the GW turns in to the driveway. Right in side the back door was the laundry room and there was a load of laundry running in the washing machine.
The dude chucks the wood ducks in the wash, just about the time the GW bangs on the door.
He lets him in and the GW searches the whole camp, truck, and surrounding yard. But never opens the washing machine.
With no evidence, he had to let the guy go.
Ruined a whole load of cloths and the washing machine
His brother was over the limit on wood ducks and as he driving back to the hunting camp he sees the GW following him in his rear view.
He floors it, races back to the camp and makes it there before the GW. He jumps out the truck with the ducks in hand and runs in before the GW turns in to the driveway. Right in side the back door was the laundry room and there was a load of laundry running in the washing machine.
The dude chucks the wood ducks in the wash, just about the time the GW bangs on the door.
He lets him in and the GW searches the whole camp, truck, and surrounding yard. But never opens the washing machine.
With no evidence, he had to let the guy go.
Ruined a whole load of cloths and the washing machine
Posted on 6/5/19 at 12:38 pm to SOLA
I fished a large tributary to the New River in Hillsville VA.
Barely any access to the creek and my buddy said, “I aint going to galax to get a license. You pussies can go get one but it will take you an hour.....I’m goin Fishing”.
The 7 of us said screw it and followed him.
GJ was eating a hotdog at the take out.....just waiting and wrote $875 worth of tickets that day. Proud as a peacock when he got back in his Tahoe.
Barely any access to the creek and my buddy said, “I aint going to galax to get a license. You pussies can go get one but it will take you an hour.....I’m goin Fishing”.
The 7 of us said screw it and followed him.
GJ was eating a hotdog at the take out.....just waiting and wrote $875 worth of tickets that day. Proud as a peacock when he got back in his Tahoe.
Posted on 6/5/19 at 2:55 pm to SOLA
Hunted near Welsh, specks and spreads all the time
Had a lady, Mrs Bosagalopi(sounded like that). She lived in a house that was rotting to the point that when insode, you could see sunlight thru the floor and wall cracks. Just as poor as a person could get. So everyone brought birds to be cleaned, knowing she needed every penny. We'd pay extra and bring our old clothes, etc out there.
She couldnt write, but shed keep a notebook on her table that you would write your own name in with a # for her to call whne she was done, and the amount of each type if bird (6 ducks, 5 geeses and so on)
So after a speck/duck hunt, We bring 3 of our limits to her. I left my name and #
Wardens were so hard uo, the go in, take her notebook and use phone #s to find adresses (land line days). Any name in the notbook that had more birds listed than theballowed limit, got a ticket IN THE MAIL!
Showed uo in LC federal court and found guikty of illegal transport, because i brought sogned affidavits from other hunters saying they were hunting, etc.
But they said i didnt tag em and drove out of field. I argued to my death that they were tagged and she threw away the tags when she cleaned then...yada yada.
While waiting my turn, same jusdge hammered an 80 yr old farmer who was sitting on his back porch with a bb gun, drinking beer, shooting robins that he would eat. When the judge hammered him, i knew i was writing a check when my turn came.
Thats the ahit that give GWs bad names. They create shite when they cant find real outlaws.
Had a lady, Mrs Bosagalopi(sounded like that). She lived in a house that was rotting to the point that when insode, you could see sunlight thru the floor and wall cracks. Just as poor as a person could get. So everyone brought birds to be cleaned, knowing she needed every penny. We'd pay extra and bring our old clothes, etc out there.
She couldnt write, but shed keep a notebook on her table that you would write your own name in with a # for her to call whne she was done, and the amount of each type if bird (6 ducks, 5 geeses and so on)
So after a speck/duck hunt, We bring 3 of our limits to her. I left my name and #
Wardens were so hard uo, the go in, take her notebook and use phone #s to find adresses (land line days). Any name in the notbook that had more birds listed than theballowed limit, got a ticket IN THE MAIL!
Showed uo in LC federal court and found guikty of illegal transport, because i brought sogned affidavits from other hunters saying they were hunting, etc.
But they said i didnt tag em and drove out of field. I argued to my death that they were tagged and she threw away the tags when she cleaned then...yada yada.
While waiting my turn, same jusdge hammered an 80 yr old farmer who was sitting on his back porch with a bb gun, drinking beer, shooting robins that he would eat. When the judge hammered him, i knew i was writing a check when my turn came.
Thats the ahit that give GWs bad names. They create shite when they cant find real outlaws.
Posted on 6/5/19 at 3:18 pm to GeeOH
I've had 2 run-ins with GW's that didn't even know the laws.
Once when I was still in college I was home one weekend running deer dogs and we took off from the camp in a convoy of about 10 trucks to go run some land a few miles down the road. This was in the early 90's and no one in our club had 4 wheelers, we all hunted out of trucks. I had just gotten a lifetime license but switched my residency back to Texas where my mom lived. I was driving a truck with Texas plates so they immediately pulled me over. I give him my Texas DL and La Lifetime License and he says "oh, son, I don't know about this." My stepdad was riding with someone else and he gets out and tells the GW he's about to see the same thing from him. Now my stepdad was a pretty big outlaw and a pretty large man who didn't take much shite from anyone. He starts lecturing the GW on what "Lifetime" means. I'll never forget when he told him "I could move to Tennessee, Montana, or anywhere and still hunt in Louisiana, that's what lifetime means!"
The GW made a call to his superior and gave us our stuff back and told us to have a nice day.
In the last year or 2 they have started putting an endorsement on you DL for lifetime license so you don't have to carry one. I got stopped at Rockefeller Refuge and the GW had never heard of it. Same thing, he called his superior and told me have a nice day.
Once when I was still in college I was home one weekend running deer dogs and we took off from the camp in a convoy of about 10 trucks to go run some land a few miles down the road. This was in the early 90's and no one in our club had 4 wheelers, we all hunted out of trucks. I had just gotten a lifetime license but switched my residency back to Texas where my mom lived. I was driving a truck with Texas plates so they immediately pulled me over. I give him my Texas DL and La Lifetime License and he says "oh, son, I don't know about this." My stepdad was riding with someone else and he gets out and tells the GW he's about to see the same thing from him. Now my stepdad was a pretty big outlaw and a pretty large man who didn't take much shite from anyone. He starts lecturing the GW on what "Lifetime" means.
I'll never forget when he told him "I could move to Tennessee, Montana, or anywhere and still hunt in Louisiana, that's what lifetime means!" The GW made a call to his superior and gave us our stuff back and told us to have a nice day.
In the last year or 2 they have started putting an endorsement on you DL for lifetime license so you don't have to carry one. I got stopped at Rockefeller Refuge and the GW had never heard of it. Same thing, he called his superior and told me have a nice day.
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