One day about 5 years ago, I was at a regional meeting in South Padre Island, Texas, and I looked around the room. Out of the 50-some-odd game wardens there to participate in the meeting, me and one other dude were the most tenured game wardens there. That’s when it hit me.It seemed like it wasn’t that long ago when I was a young guy straight out of the game warden academy and living in my first house in Raymondville. I remember an elderly man knocking on my door wanting to speak with a game warden. Scrambling to get dressed ...