My Opening Morning:

[dukkillr]

dukkillr: Good morning. Do you know where you are?
Dirtball local poacher: Where I am I?
duk: Not where you belong. I own from here to the river.
DLP: Oh, well… We were just following deer we shot on our side of the river…
duk: But those deer are dry?
DLP: Oh… well… those kids shot them on your side of the river… I wasn’t with them…
duk: How did you get here?
DLP: We’ve got a boat.
duk: How’d the boat get here?
DLP: We brought it with us.
duk: You left home this morning with the intention of trespassing and poaching?
DLP: Umm…
duk: Well, how many did they kill? It sounded like they shot themselves out of shells.
DLP: Just these two does, they missed a lot.
duk: Gut them and get out of here. If anyone sees you here again we’ll call the sheriff.






You rarely see this kind of dishonest human trash while hunting in Kansas.  I have my theories but this probably isn't the place for that discussion.  Anybody recognize them?

[mechanic]

Sorry, but I'm not as nice as you.  I would not have let them walk....people like this are what ruin it for those of us who play by the rules....

[dukkillr]

Sorry, but I'm not as nice as you.  I would not have let them walk....people like this are what ruin it for those of us who play by the rules....

Under other circumstances I wouldn't have, but I'm always somewhat afraid to piss off a dirtball local.  I dont want a box of nails where I park, or somebody shooting up something, or treestands stolen, or whatever other problems a local with a grudge could cause.  For that reason I give one warning when something like this happens away from where I live or have a regular presence. 

[Ranger J]

Probably spill over low life poachers from the Missouri Ozarks.   God knows we have enough to spare here.

RJ