I was fishing on a fishing pier on the Mississippi in summer 2008 and I got bored with bottom fishing so without really thinking about it I grabbed my casting rod and started throwing a spoon around without pulling my bottom rig in first. I got busted and I got a ticket for fishing with 2 poles in MN. It was embarrassing and expensive (to the tune of $120), but what really got me was when he said, “I’m not going to take your gear, this time, but don’t mess with us, please, because we really do mean business.”
I got the message: if you break the rules and we catch you we’ll bust your butt and we’ll only be lenient to a point.
I tend to be a lot more mindful of the rulebooks these days.
So I weigh things like this against what I call a “reasonable risk”. I don’t have an issue with shooting a deer 2 minutes after sunset, but I do have an issue with losing my truck, guns, savings account and freedom for a big buck.
If I knew the game wardens in the area, whether local enforcement is stringent or liberal, whether I could claim my watch was off by 2 minutes (and dammit you better back the time on that watch up by 2 minutes to prove it), etc., yeah, I probably would think about taking that buck and line up the shot. Then I’d probably lower my weapon, call it the big one that got away, and go home with my gear, my life, and my dignity in order.
Even a trophy buck isn’t worth losing so much for.