Posting over on the thread about the guy ODFW/OSP is looking for reminded me of this story.
I came later to fishing than many of you. I got my first rod in my early 20's from a flea market. A cheapo pflueger of some sort, I believe. A buddy set me up with a reel/line and I tracked down a handful of junk flies at the hardware store.
I'd watched some videos and wanted to practice casting. So I headed out to a local lake to cast from shore. I don't know that I even had a license at this point. I had no idea what I was doing and the wind was blowing pretty good and it was amazing I didn't hook myself in the ear. I hadn't been there 10 minutes (but was already untangling my 5th wind knot) when a guy came up and started giving me the hard press. What are you doing, where's your license, why are you here? And so on.
Turns out he was a plain clothes WDFW agent (or maybe WSP?) and was watching the lake because it turned out I was fishing the friday before opening day Saturday and the lake was one that gets stocked to the gills. I had no idea when opening day was, no idea what the regs said, and was generally pretty clueless. Thankfully, I wasn't so clueless that I hadn't clipped the hooks off my crappy practice flies. So the guy just gave me a tongue-lashing and sent me on my way. First and, thus far, only time I've had an on the water interaction with fisheries enforcement in WA.
I came later to fishing than many of you. I got my first rod in my early 20's from a flea market. A cheapo pflueger of some sort, I believe. A buddy set me up with a reel/line and I tracked down a handful of junk flies at the hardware store.
I'd watched some videos and wanted to practice casting. So I headed out to a local lake to cast from shore. I don't know that I even had a license at this point. I had no idea what I was doing and the wind was blowing pretty good and it was amazing I didn't hook myself in the ear. I hadn't been there 10 minutes (but was already untangling my 5th wind knot) when a guy came up and started giving me the hard press. What are you doing, where's your license, why are you here? And so on.
Turns out he was a plain clothes WDFW agent (or maybe WSP?) and was watching the lake because it turned out I was fishing the friday before opening day Saturday and the lake was one that gets stocked to the gills. I had no idea when opening day was, no idea what the regs said, and was generally pretty clueless. Thankfully, I wasn't so clueless that I hadn't clipped the hooks off my crappy practice flies. So the guy just gave me a tongue-lashing and sent me on my way. First and, thus far, only time I've had an on the water interaction with fisheries enforcement in WA.