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This is a residual per Blue's request in the One Photo Per Day thread in the Photography section.
The local game warden, the late Gene Basset, and I were heading up the Pine R. trail to ride a routine patrol loop and come down the Vallecito Trail, with an overnight at Rock Lake. It started raining so we donned our long yellow rain slickers. As we got to the bridge where the Emerald Lake trail comes in to the Pine River trail, we met two backpackers. So we stopped to chat a bit.
They both had fishing rods sticking out of their packs, so Gene asked them how the fishing had been. They were ecstatic to tell us they had caught a ton of fish and had trout for dinner every night.
Sooo..Gene leaned over, stuck out his hand as if to shake and said,"I'm Gene Basset with the Colo. Div. of Wildife. Can I see your fishing licenses please?"
Duh!
Of course, had he not had on his slicker, they would have seen his CDOW patch on his shirt.
Neither of them had licenses, so he cited them and confiscated their fishing tackle with the caveat,"You can pick this stuff up at the CDOW office in Durango when you come in to pay your fines."
There Blue, now you know the rest of the story.![ROFL :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
The local game warden, the late Gene Basset, and I were heading up the Pine R. trail to ride a routine patrol loop and come down the Vallecito Trail, with an overnight at Rock Lake. It started raining so we donned our long yellow rain slickers. As we got to the bridge where the Emerald Lake trail comes in to the Pine River trail, we met two backpackers. So we stopped to chat a bit.
They both had fishing rods sticking out of their packs, so Gene asked them how the fishing had been. They were ecstatic to tell us they had caught a ton of fish and had trout for dinner every night.
Sooo..Gene leaned over, stuck out his hand as if to shake and said,"I'm Gene Basset with the Colo. Div. of Wildife. Can I see your fishing licenses please?"
Duh!
Of course, had he not had on his slicker, they would have seen his CDOW patch on his shirt.
Neither of them had licenses, so he cited them and confiscated their fishing tackle with the caveat,"You can pick this stuff up at the CDOW office in Durango when you come in to pay your fines."
There Blue, now you know the rest of the story.
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