Straight Arrow
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Driving up to my hunting spot in the dark on a rough dirt road, around the corner through the broken fence in the weeds was a pickup with topper lying on its top, lights still on, door open, but engine not running. Expecting to find a seriously injured or dead person, all I found was a cab-load of beer cans and an empty whiskey bottle. My call from the convenient mart in the small town nearby brought a game warden on site, with a sheriff deputy on his way. The warden looked at the registration and identified the owner as someone known to violate hunting regs, so he was intent on talking with the driver, wherever he might have wandered off to. Satisfied I had done the right thing, nonetheless my morning hunt was over before it started. "No good deed goes unpunished."