Wow did we get lucky, the game warden approached our boat today while fishing at Hardy Lake. He pulls along side the boat and was very cordial and nice, asking for our fishing license, drivers license, two wearable life jackets and one seat cushion.

We passed muster on the drivers license, fishing license, and seat cushion, but my 80 year old uncle forgot the two life jackets and his registration. I'm sure the ticket could've been a whopper considering we had two violations, but he was super nice about it and gave us a written warning. Of course we had all of the gear in the back of the truck and forgot to put it in the boat. We immediately sped across the lake and fetched it out of the truck bed.

Here's the kicker though, he asked us what we were fishing for and I told him bluegill and redear. He then proceeds to show me a two plus pound cracker that a gentleman in the next cove above us had just caught. The warden had taken a cell phone picture of the brute so the quality wasn't the greatest, but this fish was over thirteen inches long and as tall as a dinner plate.