I was representing a fellow on some sort of minor traffic ticket in a small town court in Missouri, near Lake of the Ozarks. About 10 years ago, before I moved back to the finger lakes.
It was "DEC ticket night," and all the jet ski unregistered/underage/BWI scum-waffles were there trying to weasel out of their tickets. They suck as much in person as they do on the water.
I was talking to the DEC officer there that night, and asked him if one of these clowns got too close to my Lund, if I could shoot them.
The DEC officer looked me square in the eye, without so much as a grin, and said "do you need any bullets"?
True story.
Pokerman