BrownDogsCan2
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We use to get checked once a year hunting ducks. After that he’d see us and stop and talk to us and maybe ask how many we shot but wouldn’t check anything.
Got checked back to back years on the same farm. One year by the sheriff the other the warden, most of us were hunting pheasants but a few had hunted ducks early that morning. He had glassed them and knew who to check stamps and plugs on. Small town I think they were all friends. The gw told us he liked to hunt geese on the place.
Got checked two days in a row in Nebraska . The first one was the evening before the season opened I was out driving and looking at stuff and thought I might hop into something and try to kill a chicken if it looked good. Mostly I was dickn around. I had to ask him what time legal was in the morning I didn’t know and apparently he didn’t either because he had to pull out the book.
The next day I was walking the edge back to the truck and I could see someone was waiting for me. Figured it was the warden. Was a different warden. I had dropped two birds one had dropped just over the public fence in the ditch and the other one had fallen in the road and ran over into the neighbors. The dog worked that one for a little while but I didn’t want to go over there and give her any help. When she came back we looked for the one in the ditch a little bit but lost them both.
I asked him about ditch birds, apparently that’s a no no. He had seen it and I don’t think he was going to ticket me or maybe being up front saved me from one. He let me look for the bird on the public side on the way out but I never found it.
Got checked back to back years on the same farm. One year by the sheriff the other the warden, most of us were hunting pheasants but a few had hunted ducks early that morning. He had glassed them and knew who to check stamps and plugs on. Small town I think they were all friends. The gw told us he liked to hunt geese on the place.
Got checked two days in a row in Nebraska . The first one was the evening before the season opened I was out driving and looking at stuff and thought I might hop into something and try to kill a chicken if it looked good. Mostly I was dickn around. I had to ask him what time legal was in the morning I didn’t know and apparently he didn’t either because he had to pull out the book.
The next day I was walking the edge back to the truck and I could see someone was waiting for me. Figured it was the warden. Was a different warden. I had dropped two birds one had dropped just over the public fence in the ditch and the other one had fallen in the road and ran over into the neighbors. The dog worked that one for a little while but I didn’t want to go over there and give her any help. When she came back we looked for the one in the ditch a little bit but lost them both.
I asked him about ditch birds, apparently that’s a no no. He had seen it and I don’t think he was going to ticket me or maybe being up front saved me from one. He let me look for the bird on the public side on the way out but I never found it.