By Andy Snyder It was a dark, moonless night… the final few hours of a chilly Veteran’s Day.
The warden was parked on the side of the dusty dirt road. His window was rolled down, and the radio was off. The 31-year-old officer inside sat quietly, listening.
Around 11:30, he heard what he was waiting for.
A single gunshot. A drunken poacher had just put his pistol out of the window of his truck and shot a deer.
The warden did his job.
He fired up his rig and found the shooter.
Under the strobing red and blue lights, he could see two men in the truck. He radioed …read more
