Imagine, if you will, two game wardens, back in the day, sitting in a patrol car parked in the brush behind a gate next to a county road that cuts through a remote area known to be a hotspot for hunting deer at night.The wind is blowing hard out of the north, exacerbating the cold. Deer season is almost over, and the wardens – we’ll call them Jonny and Bruce – haven’t caught anyone poaching a deer at night all season long.Oh, they’ve each written a few tickets here and there for “Hunting from a Public Road”, but they haven’t ...