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OT. When I was 16 yrs old, I was squirrel hunting in the north end of the county, not far off a private dirt lane that served a scattering of farms. A car came to a stop and the guy rolls down the window and yells, be careful, the Game Warden is coming down the road checking hunters. What the gent didn't know, was that my father was the county Game Warden, and he happened to be at a federal conference about waterfowl in another state. For months, whenever we saw my dad coming down the steps or toward the house, my brother and I would warn each other that "the game warden" was coming.