I respect and appreciate the role of Game Wardens and Conservation Officers. I respect both the agency and the individual. That being said, I know where the general rub is and I understand it.
The fact that Game Wardens and Conservation officers have more lattitude with search and seizure and access on private lands is what generally causes conflict or resentment from outdoorsmen and the general public. As citizens we all sacrifice personal liberties for the greater good every day. It is a choice we make to be a member of society. However, it has always struck me as wrong that we sacrifice additional personal liberties when we are participating in outdoor recreation.
Being an outdoorsman is something that I am extremely proud of and I am as rule conscious and law abiding as I can possibly be in my hunting and fishing endeavors. I have absolutely no problem showing my license to anyone who asks to check it. However, it chaps my hide to open coolers, totes, trunks, etc. for any game warden who gets the urge to check those things on a whim. I believe that the same rules of probable cause and search/seizure that apply to general law enforcement should apply to Game and Fish, DNR, etc.
I have never been cited for a game or fish violation and have only had a few experiences with officers who were less than professional. I know that the field officer is doing his/her job. I just feel like my rights are being suspended every time someone asks to look in my cooler. Especially on private property.
Here is a funny story. I used to hunt in Alabama a lot. I mean A LOT! To get home to Florida we crossed through Georgia. Periodically the state of Georgia would have these huge stops that would involve DMV, highway patrol, Game and Fish, and every other agency you could think of. They would check your drivers license, ask you if you had been drinking, and if you had any hunting equipment at all you would have to pull over and get checked. It felt as close to being asked, "Papers please." as I ever hope to be in the United States of America.
We got waved to the side of the rode one day and a young female (I know this has nothing to do with anything, I'm just painting the picture.) game warden asks us if we had any luck. I told her that we had three processed deer in the coolers and she asked to see our licenses. We gave her our Alabama hunting licenses and our Florida driver's licenses and it was more than she could handle. She made the comment that we were in Georgia at least a half dozen times over the next ten minutes as I tried to explain basic geography and driving directions to her. I was one step away from pulling out a map to clearly show her that we had to go through Georgia to get home when a senior officer came over and waved us through. My dad and I still laugh about that to this day.