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I have had thousands of interactions with Rangers, 99 percent of them good. The 1 percent of them that were being deliberately over officious give the rest a bad name, or at least bad memories. I recall each and every one of that bad 1 percent, and even years later could pick them out of a lineup.
Skwid’s absurd Ranger interaction at Phantom Ranch got me thinking about the few officious power-trip Rangers I have encountered.
For the sake of anonymity I will fudge names and places.
We were camped at Lumbago River State Park, in East Carolinensis, a paddler’s park. It was completely empty when we arrived and remained so while we were there. We were using it as a base to family daytrip the Lumbago River.
Which was a good plan, expect none of the local shuttle services was operating off season.
Chief Ranger Leeway, hearing our one-car plight, offered that he had some time, and would follow me to the town of Fairly Buffy and give me a ride back in his State Park vehicle, asking only that I duck out of sight when we drove through town.
Ranger Leeway stopped by our secluded walk-in site that evening while I was drinking a discrete beer, decanted into a lidded coffee mug. He had a similar beverage container in hand, which I believe contained something stronger.
We had a nice long chat, and he cautioned me to be careful about getting my “Becks” from the van (it was actually Guinness).
The next morning eager young buck Ranger Dickweedhead rolled up while I was prepping gear at the open van doors. I knew he was trouble when I saw him get out; sharp creases in his pressed khaki pants, a Glock his mommy bought him on his hip and a sneer on his lips.
He had nothing visible on me, and I shut the van doors while he regaled me with tales of folks he had busted for alcohol and his pending court dates to prosecute those hideous scofflaws. Yeah, whatever, dude.
He asked me the usual gamed questions. No my first rodeo playing that game, and I gave him disinterested monosyllabic answers ‘til he went away. Seriously, we are the only people in the entire park, family walk-in camping and quiet as church mice. WTF is your problem junior?
Nice State Park, great Chief Ranger, but that best-to-worst interaction in 12 hours time still left a bad taste.
Second most irritating over officious interaction was probably a DNR guy that grabbed my shotgun from my canoe to check my shells while duckhunting.
I’m legal as a beagle here, three shells, no lead shot; don’t just be reaching in and grabbing my gun without asking first. That action really bothered me, and it was everything I could do not to grab his arm when he reached into my canoe.
I have been done so many good turns by Ranger staff, and clued into so many interesting places; it sucks that the ill-mannered 1 percent stand so memorable.
Best or worst Ranger encounter?