When I was a senior in HS, I was working the local gas station on an afternoon of opening weekend deer season. Our town drunk came rolling into town with a 5 point bull (whole but gutted) in the back of his pickup. He claimed to have found it laying in a meadow but we all knew he shot it. He was drunk as a skunk. He pulled the pickup into the gas station for everyone to see the thing, and he hobbled home to continue his drunk fest. It didn't take long before the ODFW warden drove up to investigate. By then, my buddy and I had gone to work skinning the elk so it wouldn't go to waste. ODFW told us to continue, and allowed us to hang the meat at the local deputy's house. They actually gave some of the elk to our school for the lunch program. Those were the days back then, with home cooked meals to die for. We ate very well after that. The guy was convicted of killing it, and lost his hunting privileges for 5 years, and paid a 5k fine (back in 1977, that was a huge fine).
