Back in the 80s I took my rather novice old college
buddy wild pheasant hunting. He mistakenly shot a hen
which my young and under trained German Shorthair found.
We placed the hen at the edge of the set-aside field
as we were not willing to be packing the illegal bird
while hunting in case the warden showed up. When we got
back to my pickup parked next to the county road
my dog was still in the tall weeds. Eventually she came
out with that hen in her mouth and a look on her face
that said, “ I’ve got your pheasant for you again,
dummies”. Thankfully, the warden didn’t show up
along with the dog.
An old fellow was out shooting loons when a game warden showed up and was shocked to find the man shooting endangered birds-
He stopped the man and said “Hey fella- it’s illegal to shoot loons”-
The man bewildered said “I’ve been shooting and eating loons for years because my family is poor and we can’t afford to buy food”
The warden said “Well- I’ll let you off with a warning- don’t let it happen again” and began to walk away- He stopped turned back around and said “By the way, do loons taste good?”
The man said “Meh- not quite as good as golden eagles-”