My buddy and I got stopped by the local game warden one winter, I think I must have been about 9 or 10. His mom had dropped us off at his grandpa's farm and we were harassing the local wildlife with our Daisy Red Ryder's.
The deer were yarded up that winter, and we were following them around. Someone must have thought we were poachers, because the local law enforcement and game wardens surrounded the woods we were in and sent in the warden after us.
When we saw the game warden we knew that we were in some deep doo, and started heading his way. The look on his face when he saw our BB guns was priceless. He had to have been wondering what a couple of little farts like us were doing out there by ourselves! He offered us a ride home, but we were so shaken up that we decided to walk home through the snow.
To this day I can hardly go near my home town without someone mentioning it, and that was about 35 years ago.
Anyway, since then I've always been pretty respectful of game wardens, and am glad that there are men out there willing to do the job.