As a rule, I behave in a gentlemanly manner in regards to the game laws. I hunt and trap within the assigned seasons and regulations. But sometimes, well, I find myself in violation.
A couple of years ago, I was running traps across a half-flooded levee where the landowner and his friends had been hunting ducks. Some of these duck hunters were a little fussy about when you were on their ground, but Doc McGowan didn’t care when I came in, as long as I was killing those
