Many,many years ago I hunted WVA. my first time, with a few fellows who shall we say were prolific deer killers, anyway one evening we were sitting in camp awaiting the camp cook too finish preparing the meal (the cook was a convicted felon of car stealing) nice guy but he was regulated too cook and done a rather swell job of it. Now there were deer hanging everywhere and not all of them legal, The camp was back in the boonies and had a path for a lane about 1/2 mile long, I see car lights coming and inform my best friend(of who these guys were his friends, and later became mine) of the lights. He says we are not expecting company wonder who it is, about that time in pulls two WVA. state troopers followed bye a D.N.R. truck, along about this time I am thinking jail here I come. The boys in uniform pile out carrying a coupla six packs and ask whats for supper (turns out the camp cook invited them and did not tell anyone. So supper is served fried deer loin, home fried taters, homemade baked beans, and homemade bread, apple cobbler for dessert, After supper one of the troopers said you know fellas one of these days we are going too have too bust yer A22ES laughs and says see ya next year. Most of them boys have moved on too the happy hunting grounds but were a great bunch of guys.