LAST EDITED ON Jan-25-17 AT 06:43AM (MST)[p]both my grandfathers were avid sportsman and farmers, i spent my youth riding a combine with 410 or 22 waiting for rabbits to run out as we cut beans so i could shoot at them. spent countless hours holding squirrels,rabbits,coons, feet so they could skin them. one day game warden pulled up we had nine squirrels and limit was eight. warden went back to his truck to call in on radio and grandpa threw squirrel under truck. game warden came back and counted squirrels,now we were legal. he searched and finally found squirrel and went to search inside of our truck. we were standing at tailgate so gramps throes different squirrel way out into briar patch. game warden quits digging in our truck comes back to tailgate we are legal again warden can't find this one. long story short gramps gets ticket but goes to court, no evidence so no fine. i don't promote poaching but we didn't have 500 bucks for one extra squirrel. was kinda funny and those memories are all i have left of him. he took me hunting thousands of times and is the reason i hunt today. younger generation only hunts on video games. y'all have any funny stories of older generation