along the same lines, a friend told me a story a long time ago about shooting a huge buck. When he found it, the Game Warden was right there, asking to see licenses.
He said he patted his pockets a few times and then shrugged and smiled.
The Game Warden gave him a speech, told him he would have to cite him, and asked him to grab a side of the antlers to help drag the evidence to the parking area.
They drug the deer for over an hour and when they finally got to the parking area, the good ol boy reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out his license, tagged the deer and thanked the warden for his help.
Always a way if you are thinking.
ChuckC