I hate game wardens sometimes.
I went out to Dead Lake to get some fishing done early this morning off of the boat launch (can't catch much there but didn't want to drag my boat out), and a game warden shows up asking me for my fishing license, cause you know there's nothing more fun than harassing someone trying to relax by the lake. Then the asshole has the nerve to ask to look at my fishing tackle. That's fine on a lake that has barb laws or specific requirements, but there are no such things on this lake, I can fish with whatever the hell I want to fish with here and I told him just that. I said are you done asking me stupid shit? Do you even know the rules of the lake we're on? How did you get your job if you don't know the rules of the local lakes? Stop ruining my morning and leave me alone, all you need to know is weather I have a license to fish or not, I do, that's it.
I'd say 60% of the time game wardens don't even talk to you around here, they just stroll by making sure everything is peaceful and then head out, but more often than what is tolerable you get an asshole like this guy and it drives me insane. How do people even get these jobs? It has to be a 1 week training program where they sit around in a room licking the table tops and then they are given permission to come out and harass people.
As for what I'm doing, same old stuff.
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