Ok, so what's the moral of that story ? : Cover your holes better
Yeah, thats the moral actually, "If a tree falls in the Forest and nobody hears it" doctrine........I suppose after 7+yrs of no trouble, he just got sloppy on a errant and obvious plug stomp performed in a High Vis area...
Most Govt Rangers, CO's, whatnot...they work a shift perfunctory, drinking coffee with vodka at the boatramp, looking for easy pickings, harmless mostly...they simply put in the time and go home....Unless they are like Dwight Schrute!
I did get to know one aggressive and committed 'Dwight Schrute' CO once...New guy, recently transferred into my Northern MN AO to clean up some heavy poaching activity that went unenforced by the former 'Officer Friendly' ..This new damn guy was out at night, all seasons, all weather!...For some strange reason, He seemed intent on actually doing his job! Really put the fear of the Lord into all the local prolifics!...
Anyway, he checked me fishing, he checked me in Bow season, he checked me during duck season, small game, and then in deer Rifle, and again during December Black powder!....No small talk chit chat! Dude was relentless! Your permits and papers and gear better be in order!...
Then, in Jan, I was out in the middle of nowhere checking my beaver sets...way out in nowhere, in a MN swamp, I'll never forget it, no Human had any reason to be outdoors at all...Out in the gray foreboding swamp, attending to a set, Underneath my parka hood, the hair on the back of my neck suddenly sprang to attention!
DANGER! In an instant, I thought, "Its too cold for bears, gotta be a big damn moose about ready to stomp me!" Turned around there stood the Game Warden! Well, I was of course completely Legal once again, as is my nature, albiet an aberration in this lawless area, and we finally got to talking...
He needed an informant trusted by the 'MN Muskrat Mafia', running poached and pilfered NA furbearing quadruped pleus into Asia W/O paying tariffs......Operating out of Bemidji...and I of course, was his humble Huckleberry...It was in all the papers...
He offered me a job as his assistant, and I accepted!!...We had a wonderful relationship there on out! I learned a whole lot, made some money, got to trap 'Damage Control' beaver year round even! Last I heard, I saw him being filmed on the Discovery Channel...no joke...he had retired and was committed to hunting for Bigfoots as a relaxing retirement hobby!....
I'll say, if anybody is ever gonna find a Bigfoot, it would be This guy! He'd do a live capture even! Big furry smelly 7' tall angry b'tard? Howling and pounding on a tree trunk with a stick alla the damn time?...My CO Guy could and would catch him!...He was THAT good!.
Problem is, all Bigfoots closely resemble about any old standard Northern MN Swede! Without the 'Uffda' chitchat or wearing a flannel checkity asst shirt of course, still..the guy snuck up on me plenty of times, and to sneak up on a little Hobbit like me? With my magic invisible ring even? Thats really saying something!....
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