About ten years ago, hunting pheasant in Sd., early December. It was just me and a Golden Retriever I owned, called him Roscoe. The piece we were hunting was a section North to South, but 1.5 sections East to West, short rolling hills, all Canary Grass. I'd parked on the section line at the NE corner and could see the truck most of the time, unless we were working up the south side of one of the hills. I came up the south side of one of those hills and there was a warden parked by my truck. I was out in the center of the section and just gave him a wave. He sat and watched us about five minutes, probably running my LP and checking to see if I had a current license on file, then pulled away. I kept pushing to the North section line/road hoping to get some birds in the air, and Roscoe was close. Up comes a hen, she flies straight North to the section line/road, and flies right into the powerline, knocks her out of the air, and she never fluttered going down, feathers in the air! Oh Sh__ I'm thinking, because I can't see the road on the East side of the section where the Warden drove out on, but he for sure could have seen that hen drop that high in the air! Sooo, Roscoe and I we zig zag in that general direction, and when we get there, sure enough there the hen lays, and sure enough, Roscoe has to retrieve it!! I take the bird from him and lay it by the power pole, for future reference if needed, and hold him by the collar while we walk another bit to the East towards the truck. About that time Roscoe acts birdy again and I think he wants to go get that hen maybe, but he's pulling towards the truck, East. I let him go and in less than 10 yards, he puts a pair of roosters in the air! Should have got them both, but only got one. So now I'm ticked at myself for missing the second rooster, but still worried the warden might have thought I shot a hen too! We have about a 1/4 section to the truck, and Roscoe puts up 2 single roosters and a bunch of hens, and I got the last two roosters, so we were filled out for the day. I get almost to the truck and look to the SE and there sits the wardens truck!!! About the time I get to the truck so does he, here we go. He's a fairly young guy, well maintained uniform and truck. Never asked me for a license, just asked how I missed that second rooster! Smart alec kids!! He parked where he could see the hen hit the powerline, but he never saw Roscoe retrieve it or me put it by the power pole. I told him where it was, and he said "the coyotes gotta eat too". Only the second time I've been checked by a warden out there in 30 years. What's the odds of him actually witnessing that hen hitting that powerline?
