Mind you the story I'm going to tell is a little far fetched but there are 2 witnesses. Both of their words can be taken to the bank. Ok, in the early 70's my great grand daddy had some mixed up deer dogs(beagle,cur,running walker). In my part of the world a deer track was hard to come by 20 years ago. The game wardens always harassed the hunting party looking for petty crimes but were unsuccessful. The night before opening day my paw paw told my dad to shoot the first nanny goat that rolls by him so he did that morning. When he got back to camp paw paw had a hole dug in the ground. He cut a hind quarter off and buried the rest. Proceeded to cook a stew with the doe meat. That night they were sitting around picking and grinning and here the wardens came. He asked if they wanted some grub. So they ate the deer and drank coffee. When they finished paw paw asked them to leave and they asked why mr. Jake? He said cause I'm in the company of crooked lawmen.
He said y'all been eating an illegal deer and been drinking whisky. Somehow he slipped some kind of whiskey in their coffee. They were never bothered again.
