Posted 11-16-2002 at 19:55:43
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There wasn't alot of welfare around in those days, or anything else worth fighting over, so quite a few neighbors supplemented their winter meat supply and kept the kids fed with venison.
One such neighbor was Sydney, who once quit hunting halfway thru our 9-day season cuz he was froze up and commented that it gets to be a long season. One of the gang kidded him that he wasn't that old yet that he should complain, and he said "Oh I don't suppose, but when it starts around September, it does tend to get long"
Well one fine Fall evening just before dark, Sydney had spotted a nice buck looking for a place to bed down in his corn stubble, so Sydney grabbed a rifle and helped him find one. Sydney was kinda in a hurry when he took the pickup out and not having taken any rope along, he decided to drag the deer home with a stout piece of wire. As he bounced across the stubble on the way back, he noticed headlites coming down the road pretty fast and he was almost sure it was the game warden, so he stepped on it a little, hoping to swing around behind the barn or something before the car got there. He didn't quite make it, so when he hopped the ditch and pulled in the yard, the warden swung right in behind him!
Busted as he was, Sydney stopped the truck and the warden walked up & asked if he'd seen any spotliting going on around here - there'd been reports of lights in the field across the road. Sydney was a little puzzled but told the warden that was his field and now that you mention it, i did see some lights out there, so took the pickup to find them but they got away before i could tell who it was! The warden thanked him, asked him to keep an eye out and drove away.
Sydney walked around back of his pickup, and said he was never so happy to see a piece of broken barbed wire in all his life! He and the family was cutting up and wrapping meat til midnite.