So my buddy is out fishing the river last week with a friend and his two sons. The two boys are bout 50 yards down river. The tule creeper, whom my friend has known personally for years, drives up, steps outta his fancy new rig and says with a straight stone face " do you know what barbless hooks are?" He gets a bewildered look from my buddy. Then the warden asks in a stern tone, "where's your boys?"
WTF?! How bout a "Hey fellas, how's the fishing?" or just a "Hi guys" before he conducts his business. And this prick KNOWS MY FRIEND.
The warden eventually acknowledges that he knows my buddy, checks all their licenses and rigs and then comments, saying "so you all are the ones killing MY fish." HIS FISH?!!!
This same warden is supportive of our new ban on hounds for bears and bobcats and our next issue to ban the releasing of pen raised birds. Goodbye pheasant clubs. And this sonuvabitch is a hunter! Next time I see him on duty or off, I'm gonna lay into him.
And M*** if you're reading this looking for bullshit intel, bring it azzhole