A dude on the jobsite was whining about the DNR giving him a two grand fine for poaching a turkey. He'd shot one up north, tossed it in his truck, and took it home. He had it on the kitchen table, gutting it, when he found the transmitter the DNR had stuck in the bird. He tossed the transmitter in the field beside his house and sat down at the table to finish cleaning the bird. The DNR walked in and busted his ass.
The dude asked the CO if he'd followed him from up north. He said, "Kinda. When the northern office noticed the turkey doing 70 on southbound I-75, they called me and told me where to go."
He was crying big time about the fine. I told him poaching is like gambling. You bet two grand you could get away with it, and you lost. They could have taken your truck and the firearm you used to shoot the bird with, too.