Several years back my buddy and I are driving back to camp out in the Fort Rock area. Getting kinda twilighty. I see a rig in the rear view mirror about a half mile back. You can tell he's going at a good clip.
Gets up behind us and I realize it's a state trooper (game cop).
Pull over. He pulls in behind us. Younger cop.
We get out and say our hellos. Asks us how we're doing. Can't remember how the hunting was that year. Notice he's kinda hesitant.
I ask if he wants to see out licenses and tags. He says sure. Checks them out and hands them back. All good.
He's still kinda hemmin and hawing.
Finally he got his nerve up.
Asks us, "Do you know how to get to the main road from here?"
Told him sure and explained how to get there. Got a good chuckle out of that.
That's the good story.
The bad one.
Another time came back to camp (before season) to find two State Fish and Game (not state troopers) guys looking in our tents. We confronted them and they said that they had been told we were snagging browns and lake trout (I think) following kokanee up the Davis arm of Wikkiup reservoir.
Told em we ain't your guys and if you don't have a warrant you have no business looking in our camp. They got indignant, but left. They kept on us though, checking our tags, etc. al season One time accusing my buddy of having blood on his boot.
Should have made a formal complaint.
