My favorite dumb poacher was related to me by sisters boyfriend...
Archery season, south Georgia.
My sister's boyfriend is at the deer cooler, waiting to get his deer process when the local Game Warden pulls up for a license check. The game Warden walks over to two fellows with a deer on a trailer behind a Ford Explorer.
Game Warden asks the boys why the deer has bullet holes in when it is archery only season. One of the fellows replies that he shot the deer to put it out of it's misery. Game Warden then proceeds to ask why the arrow is still in the deer and lodged in the trailer. Citations are issued and gun confiscated.
NRA Life Member
Big Sister: "Everyone in America is fine with the .30-30, except Mack. He has to shoot that .35 because that extra point zero fives inches will matter on Bigfoot."