Meeting With The Game Warden 10/20/21

 Good Morning, 

A big cup of Door County Bourbon Pecan Pie Coffee awaits me when I finish writing today. The trip to the kitchen will be a short jaunt and well worth every step.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to take our two dogs out for some, pheasant hunting. The weather was just a little on the warm side. My two furry companions gave it a good run, but were soon worn out from the warm weather. 

Romans 13:1-3 Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. 2. Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgement. 3. For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval. 

I returned to my vehicle and watered down the boys and had them jump into the truck. Another truck pulled in behind mine and blocked mine from moving. I knew just what was happening. I was going to be checked out by the local conservation officer "Game Warden". He was very polite as he asked to see my hunting license, my gun, my shells, and my vest. Each request was met with my cooperation and a yes or no sir, depending on the question asked.  After he completed his routine and found everything of mine in order, he stopped to chat and talk about bird dogs. He was glad to see that I pulled out of the field and was cooling off my two dogs. He complimented me for caring for my dogs. The whole thing took about 15-20 minutes and I found this young man easy to cooperate with, and he was very informative. 

I usually get checked out by the conservation officers 2-3 times per hunting season. I have two under my belt already. I realize he was just doing his job to keep people from illegally harvesting game or being unsafe. My point today is this. I really wanted to get home, so this check stop was a little inconvenient. But, I respected his authority. He respected me. I was legally okie dokie, so life went on. I knew I would be.  Doing things legally never causes one to worry. 

So, respect the authorities, be kind and respectful. If you operate legally, there is nothing to worry about.  

God bless,

Marty