Game Warden Encounters and Stories

[Alan]

I once had a warden stop me while I was checking my fishing lines. He ended up giving me some great tips on local spots. Anyone else have positive encounters like that?

 

[Adies Gunny]

This story happened about thirty years ago. As soon as deer season closed I started fishing some small creeks and beaver ponds in a local wildlife management area. I was carrying a 357 with me while fishing a small beaver pond one afternoon. I wasn't having any luck so I sat on the bank and started going through my tackle looking for a different bait to try. I had almost decided to stop fishing and go home when I looked up to see two of the best racks I had ever seen. The largest deer was a really nice six point and the big one was a picture perfect eight. Either would have been a trophy here in George County but the eight point would have been a trophy anywhere in the state with his tall and wide spread.

I eased my revolver out, slipped the hammer back and centered the sights on the big deer. At a range of 40-50 feet I was very confident I could make the shot. I watched those deer over my sights for at least a minute before lowering the hammer and standing up. Of course when I stood both deer took off for parts unknown.

I holstered my revolver and started gathering my fishing gear when I heard a deep drawl say, "I shore am glad you didn't pull that trigger. It's too close to dark to be dragging one of them and you out of these woods." Herman Murrah, the local GW, stepped out into the clear with a scowl on his face. He told me "this pond is too new to hold any fish, it ain't but about a month old. Come back in August or September, but leave that pistol at home, they ain't allowed on the management area."