Once upon a time, was hunting Coues deer with my Dad and his buddy. It had snowed. Dad's bud came across a buck, still warm, shot thru the heart, in the early morning. Bud stood there all day waiting for the shooter to track down their animal. At dusk, he gutted it and came back to camp with the deer on his shoulders. He asked my dad if he should tag it. Dad's response was, Get it tagged rite now! So the did. Not long after, an AZGF officer appeared in our camp, almost as if by magic, armed to the teeth, and belligerent as all get out. Who shot that deer?, pointing at Buds deer. Dad's friend replied, I did. I want to know who shot that deer! I shot that deer. That is my tag! I shot that deer! This went on for a bit, back and forth, but Jim's answer never wavered. Finally, the officer visibly relaxed, and started talking to us, explaining AZ game laws, tagging, and permissible kills. Turns out, he admitted that he knew Jim had NOT in fact, made that kill. He had been high pointing, and certainly knew who shot the animal in question. Said that had Jim waffled, even a little, Bad Things were going to happen. Guy even kind of apologized for showing up in camp the way he did. Intereresting experience!